Poems from Mary R.

faces reflected in mirrors, surrounded by infinity. stars fade. all is night. through this shadow, piercing, shafts of light illuminate...
sometimes in those thousand single moments, beauty collides with fate in delicate injustice- painful regulation, and the absurdly...
how do you reach the end of your life with no regret? i was told once it would be impossible, that all lives decay into might-have-beens....
"it's just a phase," they told me. can phases kill you? "it's just high scool," they told me. it's loneliness, it's hell, it's almost...
does it seem strange to anyone else that if you are a woman in this church, you must break into a million pieces just to be considered...

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