Poems from bahannahnut

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Just another teenage girl who writes to escape her frustrations.
No Vacancy
what is there left to tell anymore? I'm presenting my case to an empty room filled with silence that illuminates my hurt. Don't worry...
Musty
my soul is an attic; there are dust particles floating and settling all around.   my memories lie, scattered upon decrepit, creaky shelves...
This is Theirs
This is their place, the place they freely roam; This is their place, the place they call, “Home”.   Word of men with hair on their face,...