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A Poem by Anna
We play the Ringo Deathstarr melodies,I don't see the night quite much anymore.flitting the frozen and apathetic destinies,I remember the glow in fath..
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A Poem by Anna
The world seems to spin a little slower,the people seem to speak a little smoother.The air just seems to hang a little lighter,weightlessness, as if g..
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A Poem by Anna
Psychotic voice in my head,speaks of good and right and wrong.She, he, we, who knows but me,when the echoes end and it's gone.Psychotic voice in my he..
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A Poem by Anna
My skin is freckled, spots and dots,like the sun-colored leaves outside.I write in red ink, as if to make me-something beautiful- still I do hide.My e..
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A Poem by Anna
Oh man in the snowy house,far away and far beyond.Come down from the attic,from dust and from dark.Oh man in the snowy house,you are here and then you..
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A Poem by Anna
I stepped outside into the snow for a breath or two,the cold air went chilling my bones right through.I heard my heart in my ears when I sat with you,..
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A Poem by Anna
Stuck in this skin-though the sun is burning-the flame is swallowing-and an old attitude rises again.I don't want to leave-though the tide is pulling-..
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A Poem by Anna
Soft feathery light sifts down in your window,glittering on your skin like drops of evening dew.It sleep walks through the night, illuminating,a coral..
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A Poem by Anna
I heard knocks on God's stained glass,half past midnight in the cathedral.Oh the air came stiffly unto my skin,where the dust slept in the bell tower...
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A Story by Anna
A candle in the window, two stories up. Flickering in the blackness all alone. The snow flakes fall gently by, each to their own ballet. Upright only ..
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