Poems from Janna Raven

Hay me, What sadness this is. Life in itself A pitiful journey. The contradiction. The hate, What an odd place this. What an odd place.
Once upon a midnight dream I conjured up a magic scheme. Some wings to help me leave this place Where my troubles I could erase. These...
I wish to die in Clair de Lune For it would be in slow, Black and white, Classical. To lie upon one's floor, To know no more breath, Only...

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