Poems from Stanson

Place me in a world of peace and I will know bliss. Throw a grenade of love into the city and they, too, will know this. Take out your...
I no longer know the colors of my intentions. It       seems                  they've                                 begin...
The pillows cling to your scent. The carpet caresses your footprints. The picture frame holds your image tightly. And the tub; the tub...
The glimmer in his smile  Never seemed to fade.  But his smile was seen less often As things began to gray. He remained to look the same...
4 years of torment 4 years of pain 4 years of life Right down the drain Freshman year You're ripped a part Looked down upon What a great...

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