10/27/2021
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I will always want myself. Always. Darling, I wrote myself a love poem two nights ago. I donโt know where you get this from, but I am whole, a woman who grows flowers between her teeth. I tend to my garden. I dance myself out of pain. You think women like me crawl for pity? You ever seen the offspring of a lion eat grass? This wanting of myself gets stronger with age. I host myself to myself.
I am whole.