![]() DamageA Poem by Shy GirlWhile awaiting clock chimes, Her choices mark beating time.
Trudging amid similar life, Knowingly grabs sharpened knife.
Strokes across penetrate deep, Senses begin their ceaseless sleep.
Her choice marked beating time, Numb by last striking chime. © 2011 Shy GirlReviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 29, 2011 Last Updated on April 29, 2011 Author![]() Shy GirlHorse Country, MTAboutNever really been a sharer of my poems. Been writing on and off since junior high. I'm mostly shy and listen to my mp3 player or radio for EVERYTHING I'm doing. From riding my horse to sitting in t.. more..Writing
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