Felicity Slaughter Poems

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11.
Roses

Black roses lay dead at my feet,
the moon is shining a
dismal glow on the hilltop
on which I dwell.
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12.
Wonders

Heavenly bliss, or
the firy pits of Hell?

These are the wonders of death.
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13.
Who Am I?

Do you see the real me?
I don't think anyone can,
and I've been striving
to speak up.
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