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A Poem by Sierra,love

- A thief; quietly unknown with the shotgun under her bed-

 

I feel a burst of air

Entering through my open glass

Eyes glazed;

From previous night

[before]

I am lost-

[in my own thoughts]

Not knowing how to bend.

I question my sanity…

I am a toilet

My mind,

Spiraling.

And I ask to drink

 

 

- shy upon request,

I search for artificial beauty

Are you just another beautiful lie?-

© 2009 Sierra,love


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Sierra,love
Sierra,love

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My name is Sierra I am an artist and an indigo I am here for a reason and that is to live,learn,love and capture. I am not here to please you but maybe teach you, possibley you can teach me. I w.. more..

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