Poems by Becca Clarke

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  • I have these feelings, deep inside
    feelings that I have to hide...

  • Him (1)

    His cap was upside down
    On the floor, next to his chair...

  • Death. (1)

    Nor dread nor hope attend
    A dying animal...

  • I hate the way you look at me and the way you cut...
    I hate the way you drive your car I hate it when...