Piia Jaakkola

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Junk Girl

I lot of Tim Burton's poems make me think of mental illness and the hopelessness people with certain illnesses experience. Imagine if junk girl had held on.

By Mary Elizabeth Frye

Poem text Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain