Once upon a time,
There was a doll.
There was Russian doll.
Melted heavens for hair.
Sunlight drapes to wear.
Tired, drowsy puppy-eyes.
See! The bright hungry flies.
A weaver-woven heart.
Void to the blind.
One wrinkle for each of us.
Space for all of us, every kind.
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The Good place
PoetryThis is a collection of all the poems I've written about everything I'm curious about and more. Literal pitstop is the pen name I write under on WordPress and Instagram.
