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A Poem by Anna
Left in a stackOn the edgeof some long forgottendesk in theattic of my mind,Poems fall one by oneupon the dust covered floor.Crumbling with timethat h..
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A Poem by Anna
Your love is feathers spread upon a bed of nails.
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A Poem by Anna
Nothing eloquent, can be said, of self inflicted doom.Only rivers ofeleganceform from the tearsof enlightenedliberation.
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A Poem by Anna
Life knocks,Softly first.I turn away...tired.Louder, it comesPounding.My hands pressed to my ears,I turn.Pounding...poundingLouder now.Beating...like ..
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A Poem by Anna
I hold your hand now, like you held mine, and choke back on the facts of time.your lost to me, behinda thickenedhaze.What room inside your mind,have y..
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A Poem by Anna
A thought shatteredA splinter left behind... Embedded.I Pick at it only to bury it deeper.
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A Poem by Anna
Misery does notLove company,It loves solitude,were it can lurkin dark tear drivenrain storms,andsoak in thebitter waters of loneliness,until...all tha..
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A Poem by Anna
Devastation breeds asFingers aresiftingthrough brittlepagesthat...crumbleas I liftto readthroughthe hazynewsof yourpassing.myknees buckleunder theweig..
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A Poem by Anna
My name...
It has never tasted so
sweet, as it did
the first time I heard it from you.
It escaped in passions breath and reached
my ea..
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A Poem by Anna
Ihave felt forever in the
way your hands touch my skin,
and nothing else needs to be said.
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