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The sweetness of dewy petrichor rises from the cobbles.
And when my stomach knots in two places
and my thoughts plait around the image of your silent eyes,
I remember why I cry when it rains
Millen is a book publicist, freelance journalist and writer with a tendency towards nostalgia. She is fascinated by art, psychedelic rock, philosophy and the history of supposed ‘fallen women’. She lives in London.
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