Poems from jacindatuttle

Away ran the girl in the Yellow Dress. Toward the sky and the clouds and the Beautiful Mess.   Away ran the girl with the Breaking Smile....
An old Beginning. A new Release.   The undeniable burden of their life and anguish. The incomprehensible freedom of their death and truth...
I’ll never forget.   Screams and silence. Snow on streets.   To the tune of tragedy. Flakes and pavement. Dancing. Twirling. Twinkling. In...
  Magic is an instance of smokeandfire, thunderandrain.   It is a glimpse of stolenkisses and sparklingeyes, shining through an...
Days Like These   Days like these make you  ache for the Past.   They make you wish Happy Moments  in life could last.   Moments filled...

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