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The little men in the distance were so small In the face of the great mountain Older than age And purer than truth. I watched them like ants in he..

Pagan days

Our bodies didn't bend to our boots Our boots bent our bodies. Her feet floating on grass Before silver Silver high heels And strappy diamond..

I want to go back to Oregon, to Ireland, to Denmark. I want to return to that fear of the night. The heavy-scented trees concealing beings of dark..

She tells you you're handsome And then laughs behind your back. I tell her she's forgotten the important part. She's forgotten the heart. I lo..

They live in their bodies. They see themselves from the outside. The lack of cellulite on her thigh Is her philosophy. The eyeliner - her re..

She wants ugliness. She wants the Man. And he will scrape her vagina raw. She wants the sandpaper penis All because he fits in with the men O..

green naked blue dirt child mother belly breasts eyes blood bloody bleeding

About a queer girl I met when I was just discovering my attraction to girls wasn't just a fleeting thing.

More ramblings by Kaela. I hope you'll find some meaning in this.