Angel Bluestocking
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What It Feels To Kiss YouA Poem by Angel BluestockingI wrote this during Valentines. A thought occurred as I lay in my bed in the morning. |
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Who is Death?A Poem by Angel BluestockingI have an avid fascination for morbid. |
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A Prejudice in GrievingA Poem by Angel BluestockingI wrote this when my friend/sister died. Our teacher called us suck-ups. I was so pissed at him that I wrote this. *at least I wasn't cussing* |
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