I’ve seen Milan, I’ve visted Paris, I graduated and I turned 18. But some nights my mind drifts and shifts and I can only think about the way your lips felt. That tiny little detail in this ever growing world.
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Semi-personal blog. Dutch and English poetry and stories that document my life. Sincerely believes in writing as a form of therapy. View all posts by Josephine