D e l i c a t e
One hour of light
The Blue Tic-Tac
Sometimes things get messy, but you don't know and I won't tell.
Sometimes my anxious mind is louder than my words, but you won't know.
Sometimes you deem my love dim as fog, but I rinse it away and you won't see.
Book II - A self portrait diary of what it means for me TO BE HERE
To be here III
To be here IV
To be here V
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