To BecomeA Poem by E.V. Black She was never perfect. She was never perfect. Leaden weight upon her shoulders. Purple cursive spanned the pages, thoughts scrawled in desolate corners. What was once light is now dark. She could not help to become. © 2012 E.V. Black |
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Added on March 20, 2012 Last Updated on March 20, 2012 Author
E.V. BlackAboutMy name is E.V. Black and I am honored that you have decided to peruse my profile. I started my writing career at a young age and have been writing for a very long time. I write in practically every f.. more..Writing
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