first language mother tongue my body my home
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jordan lockaby
- Nov 17, 2019
as a wave you wash over me i relish in the caress you ebb on and i am content upon the sand deep, nourishing water can never be held in two small hands possession is an illusion your home is a divine vastness and there you belong
- Nov 16, 2019
remember when we watched the stars write in cursive feeling the wild the sky asked to absorb me continually i surrender
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