Her NameA Poem by cassandra violet
They think that they are the light
when they're the moon, sinking into a flickering flame. They call me her, it, Mamacita, well I'll make them remember my name.
© 2010 cassandra violet |
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cassandra violetboston, MAAboutI hate this part. This is the part where I try to tell you who I am, what I've been and what I want with every single last milimeter of blood dancing in my veins to become- the person who my heart bea.. more..Writing
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