girls laughter
sounds the same everytime,
annoying
.....
gooseberry
falls, tripping on root
laughing and bleeding
.....
slowly closed the door,
cabinet that held poems
of my stuggle
.....
Bebo, my beta
wags his tail
like a dog
.....
bittersweet smell
of dying petals
trampled under foot
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- Sheena Lara
- I'm a designer and an artist that likes to write on occasion. I believe in the beauty of imperfection and of making yourself useful to humanity and the environment.
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