Poems from Siena Costanzo

Words tend to dissolve in tea And I’ve found they often rise with the steam My lungs breath then in you see Leaving words to sprout in me...
I’m fed up with feeling like I’m failing I’m fed up with shooting for the moon and landing in the mud   I'm fed up with the pictures, the...
The short poems get no attention for surely if it ment somthing you would have written more surely you ment to add more efffot- I mean...
I spent my years of sanity On thought to be usefull things, But now I find  myself up to my neck in anxiety   So I follow every dream thats...
My glasses snap when I try to use them and that metaphors a little to strong for my taste in relation to my inellect   my plants died,...

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