VoicesA Poem by Emilia KingsleyA prompt fill that took an unexpected turn.Me, Myself, and I We used to converse quite often In my head and on the sly Now it seems I am forgotten We’d talk of things mournful or joyous The topics we spoke of would range These days I still hear voices But the voices I hear are strange © 2016 Emilia Kingsley |
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Added on May 6, 2016 Last Updated on May 6, 2016 AuthorEmilia KingsleyCanadaAboutSimply a young on-and-off writer hoping to better myself through practice and some constructive criticism. more.. |

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