we stained our lips with the blood of mulberry bushes, wore mud instead of make-up

Durban, KwaZulu-Natal , South Africa
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Fledgling poet on a mystical journey. My poems touch on themes of sex, madness, addiction, loneliness, pain, you name it. I also write about my pilgrimage towards finding the Self.