Poems from 12LCAT

Cupid is no archer, but a demon with a bow A child of cruel conception crafted by fires from below His arrows, barbed and rusted, bring a...
It's turning my thoughts into words that gets me It's allowing my emotions to break through the membrane of my skin My skin that I have...
One night the world was ending It seems like so long ago That night was far from end or beginning But it is the most precious memory I...
  A white hair tie bound around each wrist The residue of charcoal mascara smeared onto her fingers She will watch the night turn grey and...
Distance is what keeps us apart The thought pushes through my head till its clear Like a busy commuter on a New York street And though I’m...

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