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A Story by Mena
third part of the story... still to be finished...
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A Story by Mena
She knows my name. How does she know my name? Who is she?! For a
moment time freezes, I stand up stumbling on the heels and before I can stop
my..
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A Story by Mena
Where am I?
I can hear my voice echoing in my head. The need to run has disappeared and something inside of me tells me I’m…
home?
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A Poem by Mena
Every one of my body-cells scream her name,
every inch of my skin feels her presence.
Who would have thought I’d be where I am today?
who wou..
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A Poem by Mena
When I am with her,
I become a painter, and she is my canvas
I become a writer, and she is my best novel
I become a poet, and she is my greatest so..
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A Poem by Mena
And I could hear her breath and it was a symphony
and I could close my eyes and feel her skin under my fingertips
and I could see my arms wrapped ar..
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A Poem by Mena
I am not scared of you anymore, loneliness.
You can be, or not be,
you can keep me company or you can leave,
but, know this, and know this well
th..
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A Poem by Mena
I walk through the streets of my mind and I find myself standing on a corner.
City is dark, wind blows, no one is around.
The silence is broken by m..
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A Poem by Mena
Bridges are burning as I run towards the last one standing.
I see you there,on the other side;
you look sad,lonely.
I scream your name, but you can..
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A Poem by Mena
You are the finest of canvas,
but you haven’t noticed.
As the painter,
I need to make you mine.
My hands, like brushes,
draw lines of passi..
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