Locked

once young and new, loose and frantic now tangible testimonies of times I've spent fantasizing of a palm-rolling, scalp-oiling kind of self-love, the kind to be bee-hived high or spill around as a cascading crown growing, weighted speckled with gleaming drops to plate my crops stretching forever more adorning what I've worked so hard to... Continue Reading →

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