Demii
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Fish BowlA Poem by DemiiWhat if we were meantTo release our breathSome silent sort of deathThat creeps and rolls like a mistThat by morning creeps inAnd by the afternoonWon&r.. |
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ContradictionA Poem by DemiiThese handsCalloused and rough;A reflection of how I talk and walk,And never giving anything much thought.But all at once, over-thinkingAnd analyzing .. |
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