UnravelA Poem by I Am SvetlanaComing undone...
With every passing minute,
there's blood on my hands. I am eager to explain, though I will never know what exactly happened. I can't really understand how I lost control. My soul is merely singing as I dance with ghosts beneath bright stars. I think I belong here, but that's when everything will unravel. © 2016 I Am Svetlana |
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Added on November 7, 2016 Last Updated on November 7, 2016 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more.. |

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