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Fly like a kite... until you hit a tree and the string gets tangled in the branches and you're just kinda stuck there in limbo wondering why you're a kite.
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Find typos in my work? Please let me know!
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Just call me Vina.
When I'm not writing or sleeping I go to work or school.
I have no life.
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fracturesinthesky
Jul 21, 2016 08:07AM
I just got an email from one of my previous instructors saying one of my poems is going to be a featured Poem of the Month @ school.Can't feel my fingers.I think I'm gonna puke.It's a great day to...View all Conversations
Stories by Vina Grace
The Stars' Keeper
The Keeper of Stars protects the remains of old stars that have long passed. They are a guardian who is meant...
From Here To There
A cluster of poetry done through experimenting with form or just simply what I call "Sky-Train poetry.&q...
Sleep & the Places Between
Poetry from Fall 2015/Winter 2016 Semester at school.