Poems from Inarke

Sometimes I still dream Of the days When my hair was the color of Straw   When my cheeks were  Red Because the blood still ran   I dream...
It had been there for the longest time A nail in place of this heart of mine Eyes blank and wandering in darkness I never understood why...
I once had a friend She liked to play house She liked the color red   I gave her a present When she had to go   I drew a picture Drawn in...
I remember one morning I sat on the porch and played with my dolls Gritty sand of the ground In my teeth Under my nails   I remember...

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