Poems from The UndefinedFeminist

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My life is a pen. My soul is paper. My heart are the words. My mind are my thoughts.
"Her Suicide..................................."
Suicide runs through her mind, all the time. She can taste it at the tip of her tongue as a fine wine. Suicide is a bottomless hole of the...
L-I-F-E
    The "L" in life I abbreviate as living. You may character living as oxygen and movement. I character living as a timeline for...

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