MisconstructedA Poem by I Am SvetlanaDo we need God?
Within the ruins,
confessions were whispered. The Devils dolls shared the most wretched thoughts. At the edge of this graveyard, Warriors were no longer walking beside you. We don't need God, but don't I deserve the truth? I am human, though my skin is pale like cement. On second thought, maybe we do need God since the whole world seems to be misconstructed. © 2016 I Am SvetlanaAuthor's Note
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Added on December 19, 2016 Last Updated on December 19, 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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