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MissSarahElizabeth

Dramatic Poetry

  • Cracking Ice

    Bittersweet wind, crispstinging my facenumb to the watery tearsfreezing on my rosy cheek.A step on cracked icewith a pother of snowaround my bodice.I could stand and fallor run to see ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
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As long as you don't find out about my other, way worse, crimes- I'm fine.
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