Begin of MiraclesA Poem by In Em's Wonderland
When someone asks me about miracles,
it's when I heard her read poetry for the first time. Here, in this room, we're intimately acquainted. I intimately understand it. I peel myself away to make sadness a stranger. The peace of knowing descent is an exhale. It's harder when you don't know when it will end, so let this be the way we begin.
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3 Reviews Added on April 19, 2024 Last Updated on April 19, 2024 AuthorIn Em's WonderlandMadison, WIAboutWelcome earthlings to my Wonderland! The name is Svetlana (or Emily) and beginning a new profile on here--old one was I Am Svetlana-- due to never having inspiration for posting on it, plus having .. more..Writing
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