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Deserta

Wine is dry at Contessa's party. Liquor gives it a merciful taste.                         A little salt (draw it from her body; it hangs from her lashes)  adds to the universal bitterness.                                    Her sadness. 8-11-14
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sarah-sad-matcha
26 / Cisgender Female
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Written by
sarah-sad-matcha
26 / Cisgender Female
Published
Aug 14, 2014
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Deserta is Italian for "desert island".

Although I cannot put my devastation into words, I had found out about Robin Williams' death only several minutes after finishing this poem. Poetry itself can be my tribute, as his performance in "Dead Poets Society" inspired me to continue writing it when I was sure that I wouldn't.

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