Poems from Cinny.annie.oakley

She’s going to kill herself Maybe not today or tomorrow, But someday she will, Before you cry “get a hotline”, Know that we tried. We...
Ellos cerca de mi son almas de verano Pero yo soy una hija del invierno En mi corazon hay la nieve La nieve de las montanas y no esta...
The moment of silence lasted till noon We all agreed that he was taken too soon Some call it a tragedy But our lives are not Shakespeare...
Somewhere between a church and a whorehouse, I grew up. My family a conglomeration of both saints and sinners, Both sides expecting me to...
I write. But I have never thought of stories as my own. They belong outside of me. Yet they are within me. And the only way to rectify...

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