My heart makes me a foreigner. Without language, I bathe in a tub of strawberry cream blowing dark chocolate bubbles off my palms dreaming my reality moons away
As women, we are all ruled by the moon, yes? But not good enough for you, Bubble Woman, you've gone and claimed your very own. Bash on, girl.
I've read this over several times and I love the sensuality of it, and the sense of foreign-ness which is not accompanied by the usual melancholy. It's kind of like, yeah, I'm different, like someone with a clever secret.
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As women, we are all ruled by the moon, yes? But not good enough for you, Bubble Woman, you've gone and claimed your very own. Bash on, girl.
I've read this over several times and I love the sensuality of it, and the sense of foreign-ness which is not accompanied by the usual melancholy. It's kind of like, yeah, I'm different, like someone with a clever secret.
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