Ina Waltz
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The unsayableA Poem by Ina Waltz |
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Down the drainA Poem by Ina WaltzTrying to mix the act of suicide with the act of pouring cold tea down the drain; such a waste in both cases. |
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WaterfallA Poem by Ina WaltzI'm tired and should probably go to sleep, but this came from my tiredness. I'll see how I feel about it in the morning. haha |
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Silver and goldA Poem by Ina WaltzI feel like this would be a nice nursery rhyme :') |
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After midnightA Poem by Ina Waltz |
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Language of painA Poem by Ina Waltz |
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Perfect strangersA Poem by Ina Waltz |
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