Sawanna
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FoxgloveA Poem by SawannaThe man at the desk ,who has a degree in psychology from Organ State, stares into my spilt mind and says to me that I’ll last for another two .. |
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EmbracingA Poem by SawannaOnly your demons love you. Day turned into night the moment she opened her eyes and could see out the window. At first glance was the sun shining d.. |
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Becoming a GhostA Poem by SawannaThe day opens up with sunlight begging to come through the window, but I am too weak to hear pleads; with eyes like magnets needing to connect I canno.. |
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Growing WingsA Poem by SawannaFour long days of hours collected in my body, no sleep had came justimages that were not even memories. I believe that I was meant to break and the wo.. |
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The Scars of Sweet ParadiseA Poem by SawannaBased on the story of Joan of Arc |
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