Oh poet and prophet Do you stumble on your own delusions? Baked in the sun Until your skin shows signs of prophesy….
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Seasons When her name is of summer As she blooms into herself Her golden hair gleaming in the sun What will you…
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Space Girl The stars at her fingertips, bending to her will Wings to carry her sown together legs Covered in stars Sky…
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Island by Elizabeth Montgomery my heart is an island, born to isolate flooded by the waves of thoughts that my mind will…
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I like me. With my coffee-colored eyesAnd unruly curls that dance in the windI like me.With my rounded noseAnd my skin, color…
