Burned PaperA Poem by Anna SeraphimI used to burn all the poems I wrote when I was younger. I probably should burn all the ones I write now.I never used to speak loudly If I did speak it was with hushed words Or written down But it was never given an audience I burned so many words So many words that Honestly should have been heard Instead they’re lost Even in my mind they’re lost I’m no performer If I make something beautiful I can hide or destroy it Creating a secret no one will learn © 2014 Anna SeraphimReviews
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StatsAuthorAnna SeraphimMorgantown, WVAboutI'm a 24 year old college student. I've taken a while to get through school due to mental illness and so far undiagnosed chronic pain. I am a visual artist and I model sometimes for fun. I'm not actua.. more..Writing
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