a memoir to after laughter

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a memoir to after laughter

my favourite album by some of my favourite people, released during a time i needed it the most, and now in my revisit remembering how once i was burnt and those turned to glittered ashes, who's to say a scorned woman evolved only happens once?

a love letter to the pastel trio that reinvent reinventing



i will scream lyrics tattooed in my ears
from stomping on repeat
dripping like gold from my finger tips
like i wrote them myself
until i am embodying each note with every inch of exterior
threatening to expose my secrets
neatly versed in the hands of a stranger
that found me
firstly on the bathroom floor
to the bays waters
and the shitbox that carries my broken pieces from point a to b
chanting a rebellion of glittered tears and liquored love and the absence of both 
in daylight and spinning onto roundabouts
a fake happy plastered to your face
an unfinished now unsent letter or two attached to the heels of your boots
one titled 'help'
the other for 
a may 12 gift of twelve
some thousands are thankful for 
but here's mine

much love xx

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