Red wine and Lauryn Hill

Thu, 08/25/2016 - 23:33 -- kamala

Red wine and Lauryn Hill in the bathtub

Because I need to chill - 

triggered myself today by leaping

in on my fears, my breath was stolen and 

I felt hot on the field before we ran. 

It wasn't really fun,

but something still made me feel like I needed to stay.

A strange magnetism for things

That injure us with quiet steadiness.

Is this the fate of a woman

Breathless to prove herself? 

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