Catie Belle Stark Biography

I sit beneath the stone angel,
Her face is hard and grey,
As she stares upon the rows of the mismatched tombstones,
She is the guardian of the cemetery,
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The moon stands high in the sky,
Pale as a vampire's smile,
My body casts a long shadow over the graveyard,
The lost souls whisper to me,
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cemetery drive,
covered in mist,
driving down the road,
so cold,
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Sometimes I feel like my poems are too short,


I could make them a little longer I guess,
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When you wish upon a star,


Doesn’t matter who you,
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