curves of the women who have passed before me, i yearn for like bleach
but i'm nothing like them, i'm nothing, really
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Unfiltered, immature (but maturing) rants, poetry and (current) findings of the first leaf in my adult years: These are mainly stripped of my independent "self". They are projections of myself in the relationships with men, women, art and the earth that I created in an attempt to free myself from isolation, childhood terrors and hurt. I've created a new blog for present/future - much more art - individualized pain - and everyday questionings. #likehoneyburning.blogspot
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