Poems from rosey35

Her mother shut the door and Screamed a number. 17 but larger. German skeletons were inspiration for a picky eater. Chicken legs were...
17. Air through the sheets of' Innocence, a daisy pure. An owl's call and star filled sky, A sneaky liquor sipped goodbye. Five were there...
She's a simple seventeen.World's an open door, but yether inside twists and turns becauseshe feels a million feelings more. Bite your...
Life is a chocolate chip cookies, A smile, the milky chocolate chips. How they melt, it's her laugh on a sugary day. And things are sweet...
When I was young, I saw the world Through glasses lined with sparkling pearls. Shaded blush and tinted rose, Where everything was good as...

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