This city has become you, dearest lover, even though you’ve never been here.
Under the willows of wanting you, I have become one with this city.
The hurried footsteps in its anxious trains,
The empty chatter in the distant skyline,
The trees that look so forgetful,
dearest lover,
These are you.
It doesn’t matter you’ve never been here.
I am you now, in this city.
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Sex & Trauma Psychotherapist, Artist and Writer who creates innovative psychotherapy and inner work healing content on somatics, trauma recovery, abuse and mental health from a creative, spiritual, depth-focused, decolonial lens. Also known as @indiansextherapist. Started one of the first Indian therapy groups for people who have perpetrated and survived sexual abuse.
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