AS I STAY IN, MY HAIR GROWS OUT
May 06, 2021
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Poem by Sophia Harris
Illustration by Virginia Mori
I settleIn here, I’m safe, but my mind can roam.My hair grows and spreads as I dreamOf mountains, stars, experiences extreme.Cascading over my shoulders, between my thighs,Hair tickles memories: open lips, lover highs.
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