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Strawberry Quartz
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Amethyst
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Sunshine aches on the back of my bones
Broken by the backbone of the stones
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Sowed Together
Sowed together through the needle bloody, seemingly beating in a perfect rhythm. Edging on the empty sold out prism. He says ‘Present yourself’, but she never shows up. slowly each stitch starts to come apart.
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You gotta tell me if I’ve got my head in the clouds
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Wearing pink lipstick, pulling my hair back, bright purple eyeshadow. Seeming so innocent, and believing it as well. But you know your truth. Seemingly untouched, separately seen to you. But You don’t know my truth.
- Truth
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