The summer light passes through small lightbulbs with sandy beach towels just visible along the edge of the photo.
The summer light passes through small lightbulbs with sandy beach towels just visible along the edge of the photo.
When I don’t have to
Lose the rights to my body
Is when we are equal.
Why are we not equal yet?
When I don’t have to
Be scared of walking alone
Is when we are equal
Fall has finally returned
From a
Long,
Long
Trip.
She arrives at our doors,
Hair like lightning
Sprung from her head,
In her garden she chased
Spirits of the dead.
"The keeper of the ghosts!"
The townsfolk would cry,
And from foggy windows,
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So cool! (I like your profile pic, too :) )
Thank you!
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