Ariana Singfield Poems

Candles are bright
Having a wonderful night
Resisting staying up for Santa
In the morning there would be an amazing array of presents
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"Come here. I'll make it quick"
Death is whispering.
The knife mocks me
The precision in the slice
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Don't even try and step into my shoes.
You don't know what's happened.
Life is a roller coaster
Each one is different.
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The crimson red sky reflects onto the golden sand.
There's a fresh smell in the salty breeze
Drifting from the hushed waves.
I feel the soft, moist grains of sand
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