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Wonderland

What happens When you put pen to paper, But the ink that comes out Is as red as the blood pouring from the wound Not yet healed? Twisted like a knife, Not meant to heal, But tragically romantic somehow. A story of a girl Whose tears have stained more pages than most will ever read. A continuous search to start over.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 8/12/2017 6:27:00 AM
My dear Kate, wonderful and delicate, you find a room-mate. Imagine I am your pencil, ready to find your lovely poetry. You do not need a golden pen.
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