Sorrow CreekA Poem by Raven StarhawkMock me with you painted lips Crimson diamonds slither between pearls Why do you watch me dance? While the children of the living dead march And Mother's Day is a massacre You may find me down by Sorrow Creek © 2012 Raven StarhawkReviews
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StatsAuthorRaven StarhawkAboutHope is a fruit I savor though consider a exotic flavor I do not always experience. Dreams are what guides a desperate heart in need of it. Though the shadow of doubt casts itself upon me from time to.. more..Writing
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