Ronda
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Death is HersA Poem by RondaSometimes people can be vindictive in their actions... |
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Carson HillA Poem by RondaAn eye opening day in a simple, small town... |
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Super B***hA Poem by RondaSome people have no morals... |
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ChardonnayA Poem by RondaMy glass of Chardonnay, radiating a saddened glow from the overhead kitchen light next to the smoking candle that gave up hope moments ago. .. |
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LooseA Poem by RondaI am running nude through the field with my bare feet enjoying every sensual blade of grass that has been given to me and grown by our mother who.. |
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TimeA Poem by RondaThe mirror reflects the girl I was and the woman I am and the person that you once wanted me to become. I am battered and dying as a fl.. |
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Empty PillowA Poem by RondaWaiting for someone to come home and missing them is always a bitter-sweet anticipation. |
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Wicked HoursA Poem by RondaAwakened with your transparent eyes in the fog of the hourand wanting to call youand make you believe I love you.Calling your voice mail again just to.. |
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New SkinA Poem by RondaBad marriage, bad job, bad friend... we are all a slave to something. Who would not want to let it out and plot our revenge against the thing that .. |
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