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Waiting to Become Yaya
WAITING TO BECOME YAYA
The delicious chaos
of my bedroom
I live from bottles
–water, perfume, pill.
Gentle lullaby of generic Prozac
Framed orange crocus
Once
I thought I heard laughter
but it was my own haunted self
trying to fill up the holes
The delicious chaos
of my bedroom
I live from bottles
–water, perfume, pill.
Gentle lullaby of generic Prozac
Framed orange crocus
Once
I thought I heard laughter
but it was my own haunted self
trying to fill up the holes
Published 11th Aug 2024
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