Lace

I am aware

that the glass house I call my armour

is rattled.

Cracks intertwine

with the bitter memories of the past

creating tracery.

I am taking care

of the intricately weaved pattern

the beauty matters.

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23 years old girl travelling solo on a motorcycle.

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