Poems from cassiopeia

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I like writing.
Daisy heads face dirt frost encasing their bodies price of perfection
Mother, I knew it. I knew you were the one to tell me I wasn’t good enough. It was not my teacher from fourth grade or The mysterious boy I...
When you look at someone you care for, you do not see their imperfections; you do not see their mistakes all you can see is the glorious...
Metamorphosis; The process of transformation from an immature form to an adult form In two or more stages.   Metamorphosis; maturity....
Its been awhile since I’ve written anything. You see, usually I begin with a metaphorical gesture, Or a fragment too dramatic to be...