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Milk, Honey and Salt
The rainforest didn’t die,for run on rambles that lack rhythm.Don’t kill her for drivel with no depth and no sense of self.The trees of the Amazon are like nothing you or I have ever seen,gentle green leaves that glow with glittering spines under magical moonlight.The trees are homes,family and friends,and frankly,it’s a scandal for them…
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Laying in the bed that she made all alone – A Poem For Gabbie Hanna
Applause is not instant, and to you, that is an insult. The damsel who demands attention but does nothing to keep it, nailing names to the bottom of expensive shoes and trampling through mud, just to make sure that you stay relevant. Oh, wayward winter child, it’s all such a hardship, isn’t it? Lost in…