Deanna Lee Poems

How weird is this place?
I get into my proper clothes,
Turn out the lights,
Arrange myself just right,
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One day
I'll go back to that house
I'll carry my hand along the stone wall
And stand by the tree you've never saw
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These sniffles?
Let them kill me
Cuz these feelings never thrilled me
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Everyone knows how to feel pain
Writers know how to express it
How to dissect it
And how to stretch it
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And that fire of which
Lights up the sky
Is the same that of which
Burned in your eyes
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