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when women’s hair shrinks into tight curly balls and sits on top of their heads like scrunches of wool, blowing in the wind, hanging from the mouths of recently shot deer.
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What if I said;I never liked actually reading - the black words on white paper straining my eyes flying through my mind forming sentences I struggle to make sense of before the next Capital Letter arrives before I eventually slam the book shut veins in my brain…
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What if I said;
I never liked actually reading?
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We all need a place to stay.
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