LanguishA Poem by IleannaI pine, I pine, I pine, I shed my leaves and leave my skin, I'm left with nothing but promised sins. I pray for rain, am met with snow, and so I freeze down here below where no one hears my restless pleas, and how I need, I need, I need.
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Added on November 21, 2016 Last Updated on November 21, 2016 |