Cristy Trabadass
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The RoutineA Poem by Cristy TrabadassI express like its muscle memoryI perform a routine for showBut the feelings behind the expression are hollow and numb,As though they were never there.. |
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An Elegy for InnocenceA Poem by Cristy TrabadassThe emergence of Crimson signaled the end.The end to something so pure and curious.Hard to keep,Easy to let go,For the atmosphere would give no air to.. |