Marisa Writing

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The Drawing

A Story by Marisa

I drew him. I would see him so often in my dreams, both asleep and awake, that it must have just happened, subconsciously. When I looked down at the p..

Paradise

A Poem by Marisa

Timid, delicate strings build, sending a rush through my bloodstream as they ascend to a joyful swirl.I feel my chest rise and fall, as I breathe in, ..