Poems by Alisha Rachelle

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  • I finger my hands against
    its yellow box,pull the flaps...

  • White laces of silk?
    ilk! if I'd kill myself...

  • Deep in the garden
    a little girl is painting...

  • You and i, soaring in
    the sky. you and i were...

  • Aw, baby don't you cry no more
    your braking my heart and making...

  • Happy birthday to the DJ,
    he turns thirty gets down...

  • This sickness i have
    this present Ive received...