Poems from Vivane

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Hello. I used to eat dirt as a child and now I'm here. I hope you like my poetry.
Thirst
There’s a wolf in my backyard. He watches me from the window, his sharp eyes slicing the moon. I told him I was thirsty. My mouth was a...
Thirst
There’s a wolf in my backyard. He watches me from the window, his sharp eyes slicing the moon. I told him I was thirsty. My mouth was a...