BruisesA Poem by Emily Irene.Not my best work, but its something new.Purple, yellow, green; strong reminders of what she's seen. Arms, hands, legs, feet, please pull up a seat; I'll tell you a tale of a girl, small and pale, battling her past, her present, her future, and everything they represent. © 2008 Emily Irene. |
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Added on May 10, 2008 AuthorEmily Irene.Saint Louis, MOAboutName's Emily and I'm 24. I am a girl made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. I have had chronic pain for more than fifteen years. This means I have taken more narcotics .. more..Writing
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