LadderA Poem by Prayers and Proclamations
20 lines
down my forearm the edge of a pencil without an eraser 20 lines not just 5 it didn't hurt as much as I though it would no blood just a white ladder raised above red skin maybe someone will notice maybe someone will care maybe I'll feel maybe it'll hurt just a white ladder raised above red skin
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Added on December 27, 2011 Last Updated on December 27, 2011 |