Hannah Ashwin Slow Poems
- 1. Hello Anxiety
And my gelid hands did grip you're neck,
And left you wheezing in a helpless wreck.
I stood outside you're fruitless door,
And pounced I did but at a casual time.
... - 2. Our Generation
Are we all golems now?
What happened to our emotions and our mindfulness?,
We used to love the exterior but now we have all created our own interiors,
Brainwashed we are,
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