Lost TreasureA Poem by I Am Svetlana
Slowly detaching myself,
I will become a lost treasure. Words grow dry of meaning, pushing us to the wrong places. There is heaven I can offer, but none of us are without a past. I am not dead inside. I am simply empty.
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Added on November 15, 2018 Last Updated on November 15, 2018 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more..Writing
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