Poems from mary cassandra

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poetry is life
They don’t realize it But they do They are expected to know everything They are expected to be perfected By imperfect people They are...
even my confusion is abstract. I never took art class, so I don't know how to interpret myself.  like I'm a Dead Sea Scroll- I feel ages...
hearing the ancient tale and with a shiver feel a connection with the mind of ancestral souls   staring into the song of the stars heart...
the children are sleeping. society decides, “It is convenient for us to destroy dreams. we will tell them to dream bigger because the...
rough lips / salty taste sticky tears / inside secrets glowing embers / You?

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