Poems from noeminuchurch

In a world that only exists in magazine ads, vintage posters and royalty, a woman is respected and revered, revered for her ability to be...
It was brought to my attention, the event almost too horrible to mention I beleaved it taught, believed by slight presumption, that it had...
a house with no lights on the ringing of the doorbell sound resonating loudly no furniture inside a scraping sound, a terrifying sound a...
Do you truly know your heart? It beats, I know, it sings, I hear It beckons to follow its wills It flutters inside the chest like a...
I wonder if the forgotten feel forgotten, or if the abandoned feel truly abandoned? Do the heartless grieve a beating heart as much as the...

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