Poems by Anthony Newsome

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  • Growing in twisted hands
    She pulls through all that she can...

  • There you lay broken, shattered heart,
    The hemorrhaging has ceased...

  • With bloodshot eyes, I want to weep and,
    The hope inside, is quickly fading...

  • You

    You won't lie to me just like no one else
    Stay, just incase, this selfish child inside...