Summer Violets Writing

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Contempt

A Story by Summer Violets

Contempt,A Word,Nonetheless,But feelings,Stir under its surface.For it is I,Who came to wonder,whether this was to say,keep your acts enclosed,or keep..

Eyes

A Poem by Summer Violets

It's a poem. That's all I can say. It's hits home and I tear up a little when I think about it.