she was
stuck
in a
room
drowning
in her own
thoughts
and with no
window
to
climb
out
of
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Poesihis hands were blue his eyes black his lips were white and his cheeks red but all people saw was a rainbow s h o r t p o e m s - a k a :: results of too often exaggerated yet too real emotions number twenty-eight in poetry on april seventeenth (jus...
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she was
stuck
in a
room
drowning
in her own
thoughts
and with no
window
to
climb
out
of
