HIDDENA Poem by Debbie_PhillyHidden Dead hands pressed numb cold against glass without a view Nowhere to run mind on fire no answers to the questions Buried deep within… bring the shovel if it will help, not this time these answers are too far hidden. Time won’t tell time does not heal scars that show no profit. Let me out desperately banging on walls that were built by someone that person was not me. By : Debbie Mills Kelly ( Debbie Philly) 3/24/2014 © 2014 Debbie_PhillyAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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Added on March 24, 2014Last Updated on March 24, 2014 AuthorDebbie_PhillyPHILADELPHIA, PAAboutHello everyone, My name is Debbie , I have been writing for about 13 years now, I'm 51 years old and live in Philly. I used to have a show on Blog talk Radio called REVERSE with Michael Quigg every o.. more..Writing
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