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By devjanipaul PLATINUM
Queens, New York

The moon looks bloody tonight Maybe it’s a depiction of the hollow space in between my lungs where my heart once resided. Your hands reached through the fabric of my magenta dr...
devjanipaul PLATINUM, Queens, New York
30 articles 22 photos 1 comment

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&ldquo;And I knew her soul wasn&rsquo;t something to take lightly. In a world where very little truth existed, her soul was a pariah, standing alone burning like a wildfire in my bones&ndash; a flaming crescent across pale midnight skies.&rdquo;<br /> &mdash; <br /> Christopher Poindexter


Poetry
By devjanipaul PLATINUM
Queens, New York
devjanipaul PLATINUM, Queens, New York
30 articles 22 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;And I knew her soul wasn&rsquo;t something to take lightly. In a world where very little truth existed, her soul was a pariah, standing alone burning like a wildfire in my bones&ndash; a flaming crescent across pale midnight skies.&rdquo;<br /> &mdash; <br /> Christopher Poindexter

Poetry
By devjanipaul PLATINUM
Queens, New York
devjanipaul PLATINUM, Queens, New York
30 articles 22 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;And I knew her soul wasn&rsquo;t something to take lightly. In a world where very little truth existed, her soul was a pariah, standing alone burning like a wildfire in my bones&ndash; a flaming crescent across pale midnight skies.&rdquo;<br /> &mdash; <br /> Christopher Poindexter

devjanipaul PLATINUM, Queens, New York
30 articles 22 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;And I knew her soul wasn&rsquo;t something to take lightly. In a world where very little truth existed, her soul was a pariah, standing alone burning like a wildfire in my bones&ndash; a flaming crescent across pale midnight skies.&rdquo;<br /> &mdash; <br /> Christopher Poindexter

devjanipaul PLATINUM, Queens, New York
30 articles 22 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;And I knew her soul wasn&rsquo;t something to take lightly. In a world where very little truth existed, her soul was a pariah, standing alone burning like a wildfire in my bones&ndash; a flaming crescent across pale midnight skies.&rdquo;<br /> &mdash; <br /> Christopher Poindexter

Poetry
By devjanipaul PLATINUM
Queens, New York
devjanipaul PLATINUM, Queens, New York
30 articles 22 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;And I knew her soul wasn&rsquo;t something to take lightly. In a world where very little truth existed, her soul was a pariah, standing alone burning like a wildfire in my bones&ndash; a flaming crescent across pale midnight skies.&rdquo;<br /> &mdash; <br /> Christopher Poindexter

Poetry
By devjanipaul PLATINUM
Queens, New York
devjanipaul PLATINUM, Queens, New York
30 articles 22 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;And I knew her soul wasn&rsquo;t something to take lightly. In a world where very little truth existed, her soul was a pariah, standing alone burning like a wildfire in my bones&ndash; a flaming crescent across pale midnight skies.&rdquo;<br /> &mdash; <br /> Christopher Poindexter

Poetry
By devjanipaul PLATINUM
Queens, New York
devjanipaul PLATINUM, Queens, New York
30 articles 22 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;And I knew her soul wasn&rsquo;t something to take lightly. In a world where very little truth existed, her soul was a pariah, standing alone burning like a wildfire in my bones&ndash; a flaming crescent across pale midnight skies.&rdquo;<br /> &mdash; <br /> Christopher Poindexter

Poetry
By devjanipaul PLATINUM
Queens, New York
devjanipaul PLATINUM, Queens, New York
30 articles 22 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;And I knew her soul wasn&rsquo;t something to take lightly. In a world where very little truth existed, her soul was a pariah, standing alone burning like a wildfire in my bones&ndash; a flaming crescent across pale midnight skies.&rdquo;<br /> &mdash; <br /> Christopher Poindexter

devjanipaul PLATINUM, Queens, New York
30 articles 22 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;And I knew her soul wasn&rsquo;t something to take lightly. In a world where very little truth existed, her soul was a pariah, standing alone burning like a wildfire in my bones&ndash; a flaming crescent across pale midnight skies.&rdquo;<br /> &mdash; <br /> Christopher Poindexter