scarlynn
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On Getting Over ItA Poem by scarlynnBut he never calls for me,only for you.And I can't hold my own hand at night. |
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Alberta 2015A Story by scarlynnin progress, not sure what I'm going to produce with this material yet |
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Christmas DayA Story by scarlynnnot a happy poem |
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For My MotherA Poem by scarlynnGo forth and sip sunlightfor you have poresyou never knew you hadespecially in your dark.May your legs never feel weakness,as they are strong and supp.. |
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IntrospectionA Poem by scarlynnone of three poems I wrote while tripping |
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Two Point FiveA Poem by scarlynnone of three poems I wrote while tripping |
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Product of Divorce: A Confession in PartsA Poem by scarlynnPart 1She drives as you rip your lips off -a careful transition, she's toofocused on the road,we all are.Underneath is a different smile,your teeth ar.. |
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the blurred selfA Poem by scarlynnDreaming of sleep until mythird head is too loud for me toignore anymore, my thinking smeared,dialated and distorted with so muchincoherence I can fee.. |
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