Jane Doe Poems

It was 1692, in Salem Village that the abhorrence began
A time of pandemonium and darkness that swept across the land
A village of pure jealousy, economic loss, and strife
Where 19 innocent men and women had an end put to their life
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Old poem, I wanted to post this. Hopefully, it can be used as a reference to show my improvement later on.

A long time ago,
It was the virus called 'love'
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Flutter, flutter.
As delicate as a distant whisper
my heart sinks
as a wave of nausea crashes
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