Is That Still Murder?A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell
stuck in this emotion
like pennies in a glass jar without a label and god would I kill just to figure out what it was would I kill myself just to figure out what it was
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Added on July 21, 2015 Last Updated on July 22, 2015 AuthorEmmy J.M. PowellAbout22 year old hag with frequent mental collapse, a mineral collection, and an addiction to reptiles “And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to.. more..Writing
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