TrustA Poem by Aimee MahathyThis world holds you with rough calloused hands It’ll turn you and twist you and sigh It’ll drop you and crush you and bruise you and then Wait for you to die. A person’s hands aren’t quite as large Can’t hold as much but might try Sometimes the gentlest touch there is Comes shaking and honestly by. © 2012 Aimee MahathyReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 19, 2011 Last Updated on May 29, 2012 AuthorAimee MahathyBloomington, ILAboutI'm 33 now, much more settled into myself, and getting back to it again. The previous about me is gonna stay for now, since it's still somewhat accurate and I need some time to figure out what to say .. more..Writing
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