Kimberly Anastasia Writing

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allurement

allurement

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia

antique

antique

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia

the only picture I can paint is a canvas half empty

the only picture I can paint is a canvas half empt..

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia

burning bridges.

burning bridges.

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia

the danger in playing with fire.

the danger in playing with fire.

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia

the place where beautiful things go to die.

the place where beautiful things go to die.

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia

hell sure does feel a lot like home.

hell sure does feel a lot like home.

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia

of fire and ice.

of fire and ice.

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia