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A Poem by Anna
Damn you.All I can remember from warringwith youis the scent of old leather.The clink of your keysand the wildflowersyou let die in your car.The mulbe..
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A Poem by Anna
The lightin the fridgewent outtoday.The damn thingnever reallyworkedquiteright.I'm gladthough.Because nothingin thedarkis betterthannothingI can see.A..
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A Poem by Anna
I think God has favorite peoplelike a mother has a favorite child;she will say she loves them all equally,and love them all she does.But there is alwa..
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A Poem by Anna
I gather a bundle of drooping wildflowers;they seem to wither when I touch- I take;Fingers clutching limp stems, wet with dew-I return to the sickly r..
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A Poem by Anna
That distant and misty, shrouded deep;an inevitable terror for the man asleep.Paralyzed by the empty of nothingness;a heart which begs, with none to b..
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A Poem by Anna
There is no attachment.I am distant from you.As distant as distance goes.And when your gentle heartBrushes against my own--We are but different season..
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A Poem by Anna
There's something in that darknesssomething passing through its depths;something possessed of fractured lightsomething brimming its blistered lips.I k..
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A Poem by Anna
The waiting crows are scattering now,
the thunder shouts its wrath 'cross seas.
A sound to remind me of a voice,
only as still as water and angry a..
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A Poem by Anna
My heart has leapt, it's fled,
I don't know where it's gone.
But still I linger to listen,
to all of your ramblings-on.
My chest is filled with ..
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A Poem by Anna
There is not much left of me,
In terms of sanity;
it has leaked into oak bark and
Leapt down cathedral halls
To rest in woodland moss and
deep in..
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