Crooked mouth, quiet down.
Let your fists, come undone.
Miscarried love will be reborn.
When we sleep, the devil's arms are tied.
-Sleeping At Last
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- I'm a human. I'm a woman. A thinker. An optimist. A defier of odds. An artist. A lover of creativity, sponteneity, and being s t i l l. A dabbler. In yoga, in dance, in languages. A scientist. A little bit random. A lover of life.
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