Saturnalia
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SaviorA Poem by SaturnaliaTell me how to save you so I can remove the blade from your skin. |
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Your EyesA Poem by SaturnaliaThe eyes are windows to the soul. |
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Phil SpectorA Poem by SaturnaliaThis is what being accused of murder can do to you. |
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Fire AlarmsA Poem by SaturnaliaThe strong smell of smoke. The fire alarms sounding. Hair burnt by flat iron. |
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The Man in the TreeA Poem by SaturnaliaThe price of living in a tree. |
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Requiem of a LoveA Poem by SaturnaliaThe song we sing when a love dies. |
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RopeA Poem by SaturnaliaWhen fear of losing love causes you to cling to hate, the only thing you have left is a fragile rope. |
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