Sometimes all we have are dreams like aniseed a strange moment we can’t quite identify. Or enjoy. I breathe in stale air sleep on sheets rucked up beneath me wake to lines imprinted on slack skin. I twist into them...
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🌈 Qᴜᴇᴇʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ
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🖊️ writer, poet, blogger.
💜 mental health & LGBTQIA+ advocate.
🕺queer parent & gender nonconforming kid