Poems from MissFBS

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I began writing when I had an opportunity to reside in solitude, giving me time to try and come to terms with my being.
Midnight, A cold night in November.  Mama braiding my hair with her hands so tender.  Hearing moans of fright in the air, she said,  That's...
Come back to me.  I yearn your bitter, yet velvety touch.  You make me blush,  I miss you in my lungs.  Come back to me.  You fill the void...
Yin-Yang, push, pull, always switching directions,  Digging deeper, future bleaker like a chronic infection,  Help her climb back up,...

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