LXI.
not sure if anyone will notice this is here, but i'm! writing! it! so!
my head space is bad lately.
it seems like i can only write when i'm at my lowest points, which really isn't fair.
i started this short poem book just after i turned fifteen.
i'm seventeen now. wild.
it's been like a year since i've been on here.
i'll try writing more?? question mark?
if you want to see my face, my instagram is @annawilkill.
that's it i have nothing else to say.
thanks for reading my book.
anna wilkinson
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fifteen (XV)
Puisii prick my finger on a rose in my garden. my blood is not red. i take the wind caressing my face as a silent apology. cover art made by doradorapuff on tumblr. [2015] thank you to everyone who shared with me these short poems as they were published...
