Place I Call HomeA Poem by I Am SvetlanaThe night welcomes me Daytime just chokes my words. What is this place I call home? The people are hostile Selfish and crude. I don't belong here. And yet I call it home. Why does daytime exist If it doesn't bother to accept me? My head hurts And the night is not Allowing me to sleep. What have I done wrong? © 2010 I Am Svetlana |
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I Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more..Writing
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