Reanna Weekley
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NewA Poem by Reanna WeekleyGetting over love is... sometimes so easy to do. |
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First and LastA Poem by Reanna WeekleyAmidst the foggy morning treesI saw your form shy from the breezeI bit my lip to stifle thereThe feelings that I longed to shareYou quit your task to .. |
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Who We've BecomeA Poem by Reanna WeekleyIn the dreaming that I doHaunted all are dreams of youHow goodbye could not be enoughTo bring you back to fix our cuffsTo tie our shoes when we could .. |
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Monthly FlowerA Poem by Reanna WeekleyA sort of satire of Sonnet 18, the first line of the poem is that of Sonnet 18 |
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Withered FlowersA Poem by Reanna WeekleyNone |
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Sincerely YoursA Story by Reanna WeekleyThis is part of the journal of an actor, and an artist only... he seems a bit off the net. |
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