Poems from Sophie Trite
When I look in the mirror, I see
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not from depression or
losing a parent or
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The following poem is meant to be slammed, i.e. spoken out loud dramatically.
It may lose it's full impact when simply read to oneself...
He rides on a snow-white dragon.
Waiting, wondering.
They told him he’d fly to oblivion,
But is that really true?
As he rides into an...