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My arms feel too heavy

And my breasts can sag and pull my skin to the floor

My back breaks like boulder rocks

My feet nervous and weak

I try to catch my breath

Is this what a woman feels?

My face is numb

My mouth is dry

Have I eaten?

I laugh because I cannot cry

Is this what a woman feels?

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The cathartic experience of crying in your bed under the sheets, cuddled up and letting one thing let loose all the hell that has been building up is an integral part of womanhood.

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The notebook kind of love

The kind that makes you twirl on your toes

And lay under the sun tracing The skin of your lover

The kind that smells like sunshine and rose

Sweet fresh and deep amber

The dream of something that lasts forever

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Oh my sweet placid being

Disintegrating at the bottom of the sea

The world seems tiring to me

Feeling the gush of water carrying your body

Earthy creatures trickling inside

Crackling leaves, mossy stones and clear streams

She lets herself be carried

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Oh to be a little sparrow bathing myself in a puddle of water

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Dead poets rise at the break of dawn.

With their quills and inked sleeves

Rushing to the mountain top

Summer fades away and autumn awaits

Warm hugs and chilling bones

notebooks with folded letters inside

Faint glow of the sun in the dusky sky