Anny
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Before he shot he wroteA Poem by AnnyWhat am I running from? What is it im so afraid of facing Try to keep the paces What for these tears are wasted What am I seeking there Isn.. |
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We sit together and dreamA Poem by AnnySlow night Insomnia is my most frequent visitor We sit together on my bed And dream |
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For the loveA Poem by AnnyI am grateful that I woke upI am grateful for the rainI am great for the sunI am grateful for all the things I can see with my eyesI am grateful for t.. |
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Graveyards into gardensA Poem by AnnyTurning graveyards into gardens-That’s how it felt.Blood on my scars was so sweet,By the way.Some things are only foundTo be lost, they say,Like.. |
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ClaustrophobiaA Poem by AnnyWhat was that luscious dreamYou’ve cherished in your trembling handsAnd swallowed with bloody taste of the first beam of sunAnd now you’re.. |
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