Poems from mariange612

  i am able to dance with angels when the sky sheds millions of scintillating tears, that illuminate the earth.   i hear their merry...
Stories of celestial maidens, Whose sole purposes are to flow- like saccharine sap Down the sides of a maple, treats for insasiate passerby...
In in kindergarten, I covered my Barbie in whiteout. Said her plastic skin was too dark. In first grade, I saw Paris Jackson on TV. Her...