Poems by Erin

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  • Clasp me in irons,
    Give me my chains of confinement...

  • I know this is for poems but the stupid thing...
    In love, you have to go through pain, so that when...

  • He holds his hands out to reach his prize
    but its out of reach by far...

  • The Rose has wilted.
    The last petal is about to fall...