On writing

Last week I went to see my healer. We talked about a block I had aged 9 or 10 and I started crying. Why? Because I realised how much I love writing and how it has to be a part of my future. After writing 5 books, I...

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M@N

Stop my alarm, dial 999 I’m an emergency writhing to happen Sit me on a cloud, let me be loud You’re the condition that makes me happy Be my mate, let’s procreate You let me safely expand Take me unconditionally Hold my heart, then hold my hand Be my soft container not my...

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