Bruises

Bruises

A Poem by Emily Irene.
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Not my best work, but its something new.

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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

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Emily Irene.
Emily Irene.

Saint Louis, MO



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Name'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..

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