The Shadow On My Shoulder
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...
Compartment 114
Compartment 114
Trenches

Trenches

A Poem by Thea Manayon

Time need not be rushed.

There are things that can't be known.

We are just people.

© 2012 Thea Manayon


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Added on October 8, 2012
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Thea Manayon
Thea Manayon

Philippines



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A Psychology and Entrepreneurship major with a fondness for strange and beautiful things. more..

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