Just that hint of hair, says so much, poetry has never been as insightful; as the human body hair allure. So demure, so mindful, so damn sexy. It calls like a sound, so low you lean in, then you’re there and never want to leave. No. It’s not just hair. It’s a way of life. Itchy as hell growing in.
Ok, this is what I need to do. I’m tired of my art/photography getting buried in between my reposting other people’s art and my own random ass thoughts 😂. I’ll have to figure out the ‘feed’ system and make one
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