I was full of musk
and lipstick stuck to the back of my hand
just like the rest of them
Glitter never stuck to me
and I was too fragile to glue it down
but no one was looking
Dreaming became necessary but
every face was mine.
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ReAnimation: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of poems from my youth that were pretty edgy and poorly written. Here, I've updated, edited, and reinvented them so they are not just a pile of lost causes in my poetry archives.
