PH    "you are the smell before rain. you are the blood in my veins."

Ireland    I don’t share a lot about myself. I have dreams my pillows don’t know about and skeletons my closet hasn't seen. I tend to hide …

A collection of my embarrassing attempts at poetry

Wyoming   

M/nyc    these days breathe through words, molecules of vowels, stem cells of consonants, the fabric, the tissues of life, veins are a dictionary of corpuscles, red …

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Colorado   

just a lonely, confused, average, hormonal teenage girl trying to make sense of the unknown