Dirty Wings.

Dirty Wings.

A Poem by Emily Irene.

And the world is fucked and cold,

we'll never beat it,

that's what we're told.

But don't let it get you down.

Smile for the world

with all the bad sounds.

You've got more to you

than the dirt beneath your wings.

And they don't know it,

but they do, too.

Yeah,

they do, too.

© 2008 Emily Irene.


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Added on November 15, 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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