the EndingA Poem by Eslynn
Through hazy eyes I can see the darkening skies, and I will attempt to piece back together my pathetic life with shaking hands.
What’s the use of living when on the inside you are dead? © 2008 Eslynn |
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2 Reviews Added on May 27, 2008 Last Updated on May 28, 2008 AuthorEslynnSt. Louis, MOAboutMy name is Eslynn. I enjoy writing stories about the paranormal. As of right now, I am trying to improve my writing skills. I have a book series in progress, titled "Fifth Avenue", which hopefully wil.. more..Writing
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