Summer Lynn
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Clementine StreetA Poem by Summer LynnA few times a day, I find myself back in that houseWhere you stole everything from me; Where I lost myselfI knocked on the front door of the lion&rsqu.. |
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MamaA Poem by Summer LynnMama, I see bodies in the treesMama, I think those bodies are meMama, I surely hope I’m wrongBut Mama, please tell me, how long have I been gone.. |
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I Am a House on FireA Poem by Summer LynnI Am a House on FireEverything you need is right inside,If only you dare to face the heat.I Am a House on FireAsh and dust may fill my halls,But under.. |
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A Beautiful DisasterA Poem by Summer LynnFire down your throatWhiskey on the tableWe dance amongst the broken glassAnd sleep on blood-stained pillows |
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