Who am I?

stranger in the mirror

By Martyna DearingPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Kristijan Arsov on Unsplash

Face in the mirror

Blue eyes like ocean of tears

I don't know this girl.

sad poetry

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Martyna Dearing

Martyna Dearing joined vocal right after COVID started in April 2020. Since then she got a few Top Stories, republished her book "Green Card Marriage", and self-published a book of poems titled "Loved, Death, and In Between".

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