by Tara Kay
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Your eyelids are the color of winter morns where aghast clouds blush the faintest hint of pink, and tears cascade down as your heart feels the sobs tearing their way in. |
by Natasha
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"But you are barely moving an inch, child. |
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Beautiful, really liked reading it, wonderful poem, had a lot to offer, great work |
by Chelsey
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Maryanne, I just love your writing and I know I say that every time I comment but seriously, it is so amazing... |