Lemongrass LaneA Poem by AnnaQuietly, without realizing it I left myself behind. Sitting on a curbside with A half-eaten strawberry; I think she still has hope that On some crawling midnight In the heat of summer I might come back in a chariot. Maybe just to hold her hand And tell her stories Where I finally wrote the end. Softly as the dawn comes Without knowing Any of the horrors the Night time wove into me; A sprig of something strange Has grown out of my chest. © 2021 AnnaReviews
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3 Reviews Added on May 2, 2021 Last Updated on May 2, 2021 AuthorAnnaRaos Crest, NowhereAbout"I say, Wendy...Always if you see me forgetting you, just keep on saying 'I'm Wendy,' and then I'll remember." more..Writing
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