Mark me, scar me, burn me as you will
When I turn back inside out
The throbbing inner walls of my holiest of holies
Will be covered in fresh poetry
and stinking of life.
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Herein lies the shared journal of Alex, Áine, Noa, and Olivia. We're traveling these days, and we thought a blog might make it easier to communicate with all you lovers. So come on in! Haven't got a chair... You can drink some wine and sit anywhere. Have some bread with avocado.
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