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polka dots on my skirt

Let the timid voices be heard.


A Wish to Flourish

LivingĀ in the mess through the dusty tracks surviving a messy bun of your hair a messier heart still thriving. Hoping against hope climbing against the slope in the mundane routine dreaming. Through the 9 to 5 wishing the empty travelogues calling the unread novels pilling. The alarm on your bedside blaring don’t snooze dismiss its… Continue reading A Wish to Flourish