Poems from Sierra4

“Ohmygawd, Katie, I can’t believe you thought I didn’t know that. I’m not stupid.” Oh, really. Are you so sure of your own intelligence...
I know it’s stupid, but I love my hands.   They might be white as a vampire’s skin with red blotches and blood from hitting my pillow too...
Dear Superstar,   You pretty plastic people and your superficial values of cosmetics and aesthetics; you’ve got no regard for elegance...
Strange, isn’t it? How my quiet words come soft and fiery, Lifting you up, quick as lightning. Creeping beneath a pounding silence, The...

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