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II. The dead walked again
[The un-welcomed Land I belonged to…] The dead walked again,From what they called camps.They stumbled again,But they had handsTo hold them from the fall. This time, they had hope sparklingIn …
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[The un-welcomed Land I belonged to…] The dead walked again,From what they called camps.They stumbled again,But they had handsTo hold them from the fall. This time, they had hope sparklingIn …
Read MoreWe belong to the land that no longer welcome us. Men with white hats stood tallpiercing the azure tapestrywitnessing what has gone by.What is happening and what is lined up …
Read MoreThe flow of words that trickled down her pen, After years of the clot, it finally busted out, pouring down every bit of her into the empty canvas. Painting colors …
Read MoreIf I was what I am notwhat would I be? Would I be what I thought I would be? Or Would I be what I never thought I would be? …
Read MoreIt is a girl!un-blanketing the little bundle, her gender was revealed.Tears brimmed as she whimpered A girl it is. Some believed those were the tears of joy.Many said she cried …
Read MoreI have the power… The power to destroy, demolish and break you down O yes, I do… I can come from anywhere all polished and shiny I could be behind …
Read Morewho she was and who she could be never mattered now.
Read MoreThat moment she realized She was easily replaceable. Whom she called hers Was a lie she believed in. That moment she knew that The place she tried to fit in …
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