Sru Wils Poems

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Words

They are the revenants
Flung from the pits of her soul
To perish on her withered lips!
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2.
As I Drift Away

If I am what I feel
Then I am a tissue paper,
White and jaded!
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3.
Nemesis

I shunned your thoughts,
As they prick me like thorns.
And as we parted ways,
That epoch of my life,
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