Fay
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Mis carriedA Poem by FayStill born |
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ReflectionA Poem by FayThere was a time when I loved myself And because She was me And I was her I loved her The way we put our hands on our hips when we approached n.. |
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MediaA Poem by FayThe media was a way to bring the world that spun around us under a tiled roof top and condensed into a 16 by 12 box. Sports was on channel.. |
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Painted homeA Poem by FayOne day I'll paint me a home We're the walls are red The floors are blue And the ceiling is yellow Primary colors that in the uknown future it wi.. |
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Worst dayA Poem by FayI have seen the days of pain I have seen the Days of slaughter Days of thievery and arsenist And fathers raping daughters There were days where t.. |
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OrgansA Poem by FayAn organ Today I stumbled head first into biliogy class.i presumed it'll be n ordinary Day it was quite ordinary until my biology teacher .and I qu.. |
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MediaA Poem by FayMedia The world is trapped in a claustrophobic suffocating box of confusion. I'll be honest, being that I have only .. |
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HelpA Poem by Faysnow pellets in the sky rocking her frail bones in an iced motion her mouth clings to the wind,becasue she knows itll be her last unpoisioned air to.. |
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