Ode to one I thought could see,
The beauty inside of me.
She did at last only prove,
Air in summer, hot and slow to move;
Being as in life-stuck.
Mind in perfection of her making,
Bearing the cross with ease.
Never a choice to make,
Over before it began.
Be free…
No use for the ukulele.
White Collar Female PhD. Felon, Prison Camp, Re-Entry, Criminal Justice Reform. Women, Lesbian
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A Hopefully Formerly Depressed Human Vows To Practice Self-Approval
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