Octavia Snow
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A young poet clouded in mystery, I never show my face or reveal my age. I do this to allow my work to speak for me. I paint my identity through my work. I also refuse to publish any of my work into a book, to keep my identity a secret and the mystery flowing. Will you allow me to tell you a story?

Joined: April 2018 Last seen: 6 years ago

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Thump Thump Thump My heartbeat is pounding loudly in my ears; The rhythm is in time to the drip drop of the warm shower as it flows down my body. Thump Thump Thump Time feels so slow now that I can’t see clearly; Yet the sadness and distress turn to anger and fury in... – *by Ocatvia Snow*	30 Views added 6 years ago	Rating

My heartbeat is pounding loudly in my ears;
The rhythm is in time to the drip drop of the warm shower as it flows down my body.
Thump
Thump
Thump
Time feels so slow now that I can’t see clearly;
Yet the sadness and distress turn to anger and fury in...

– by Ocatvia Snow

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