Poetry
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16th june
It would have been your birthday, The sixteenth day of June. I dream of what I would have seen—Your smile, your eyes, your soul. Tiny…
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FUME
My misery grewwhen my belly should have. Now I’m full of sorrows,there’s no life left. Empty womb,empty shoes,empty room. Everything burned.All gone. Just fume.
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Soon I turn 30
I thought I’d be blooming,round with life.I pictured us laughing in soft July,a name already chosen,but instead, it died.None of my summershad ever been this…
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Colors of gold
She had dreamed of a child, her first to hold,in her head, she painted the nursery in colors of gold.Confident, it all works out. This…