Poems from Sionainne

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[This person was based on fact. Any similarity with fictitious lives or characters is purely coincidental and was not intended for raw consumption. Please spice accordingly.]
I hate you It's a feeble, pathetic, childish hate; but it does exist. I hate that you have made me dependent on some external existance. I...
Can someone get me a glass of water? I think I'm not drowning.
I look at her fingers the ones that aren't covered in band-aids are clipped and pink Little red troughs marking where she clipped off the...
Trying to perform I'm speaking too fast And too close to the microphone (sorry, sorry) I'm nervous Which makes me clumsy Which makes me...
Hiding behind Mirrors Behind Glass Behind Lenses Cold metal presses against warm flesh Contrasting With the feel of my warm breath Slowly...

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