Poems from a11229ca@gmail.com

  Fresh air floating on the old urban streets San Francisco is a ghost town.  The flowers are blooming silently,  The once filled shops sit...
Beautiful cherry trees glistening blossoms pink petals dancing Spring should be a delight   But my eyes are itching, my nose is runny,...
Gurgling, gurgling Soft ripples water slapping against the pebbles  pushing the verdant calamus   On the beach with crystal clear water on...
Before our break up, we were a perfect group Popular, smart, and happy the perfect girls at school gossiping about drama everyone being...
No one believes that I am depressed Depression becomes a privilege People are eager to make judgments and suggestions They never really...

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