Jen Juice

the wind sings to me through the purple sheer drapes

dancing around in my little room, throughout my body

the maniacal bobby pin

sitting through the sharpness of it all seems a little rhetorical even for me..and then again, it always does

finding in ways of change and back to the know how of who I am.

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