do
you
laugh
in solitude
or do you cry?
tell me i want to know
i imagine you choose to cry
your ocean eyes like jewels as your sorrow
leaks. me, my crown refuses to stoop to the confines of
my cage so ive died more than ive lived. the contents of
my corpse is locked in a civil war and now
my rivers run cold
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Juvenilia ✔/ a Nonfiction Undergraduate University Collection
NonfiksiA collection of poems, essays, seminars, and other miscellaneous papers from my Undergraduate Degree in English Literature with a concentration in Creative Writing and minors in Classical History and Publishing. ju·ve·nil·i·a noun 1. works produced...
