Rosie Brooklin
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In the RiftA Poem by Rosie BrooklinI've had dreams about dying for the past two nights. It might be my time |
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Making LoveA Poem by Rosie Brooklin |
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Stained GlassA Poem by Rosie BrooklinI know I switched up rhyme schemes; I'm bored and didn't really give a damn |
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The EdgeA Poem by Rosie Brooklin |
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The GardenA Poem by Rosie Brooklin |
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PorcelainA Poem by Rosie Brooklin |
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Sorrow of SeparationA Poem by Rosie Brooklin |
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Prodigal ChildA Poem by Rosie Brooklin |
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Unwanted PercussionA Poem by Rosie Brooklin |
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False FearA Poem by Rosie Brooklin |
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