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A Poem by Lana
The Crying Spells of DecemberThey drip down, drip downJust in time when your birthday comesSame as Jesus' day, at dawnAnd I'd hug you back then, but n..
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A Poem by Lana
My mama told me I need to have kidsAnd a husband who drinks no gin but believes there are djins if you ever walk out the door wearing a thin-Lacy veil..
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A Poem by Lana
To dare to dream is a difficult thingTo dare to dream is a beautiful thingBut it does require some kind of thingA switchA lock and keyMaybe covered in..
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A Poem by Lana
It's hard to take a hard big look at yourselfThe reflection is sometimes wavySometimes changing, sometimes stagnantLike the ocean waves, it comes and ..
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A Poem by Lana
I want a life with no povertyNo homelessnessGreenery, green so green it's in distressI want a life with a filter onIt's frosty, light, and pinkIt spar..
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A Poem by Lana
I have to cry for what has not happenedLet go of what could have beenFor it is futile to think another timeline has ever existedI have to cry for what..
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A Poem by Lana
I don't feel wellI think I want to f**k up my lifeI want to cry all the timeShut the door, leave it all behindI have to cry for a whileSometimes I'm n..
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A Poem by Lana
Fainted painProlific agents of flames, corresponding with the gents who sit on an island of créme. Microwave your frozen jam, and turn on your ..
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A Poem by Lana
She said, "I can't do it, Ma'I'm so scared of deathLife swallows me whole sometimes,And death passes me byI question but never verifyFalse truths get ..
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A Poem by Lana
I think loneliness follows me everywhereBut I don't know if loneliness even wants me thereOr if it plays hide and seekA trick to make the fickle grow ..
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