The Woman I Was March 23, 2026 / Raven / 0 Comments She succumbedand fell beneath the parchment and pen. Her eyes emptied.Her mouth forgot to crack open. The woman I was is used to this. Tree roots need to eat. Like this:Like Loading... Tree becomingcyclesdeath and rebirthfeminineidentityinner workpoetryrenewalshadow worksurrendertransformation Previous post Anubis Sees Me Next post Already There Leave a ReplyCancel reply
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