Poems from colleenheath

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Poems are how I express the words my mouth cannot
I am the girl in the back of the room the one that her own class doesn't know the name of. I am the girl who's too afraid to speakbut is...
walk in a straight line don't look back just keep on marching you're never going back they tell you you're on your way to where you don't...
She graced the room with her smile, he made everyone silent with his stone gaze.   She tried to find his smile, he just rolled his eyes,...
I have more on my plate than I can eat. A salad of papers that need finishing with a light dressing of book work to complete. A bowl...
Fire Anger is the brutal hand that tears them apart. Anger is the ink splattered paper that writes them out of the story.   WindLove is...

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