SelfA Poem by The Night MareI wrote this on 4/13/2009 in school.A twisted thread, confused never to be woven, abused by its silly self, withheld from its conception- from what?
I don't know how the fabric feels, I only know its look Yet I envy its flaws, for flaws exist when one weaves but I, I am a thread.. Incomplete.
© 2009 The Night MareAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on June 5, 2009 AuthorThe Night MareNear to Tampa Bay, FLAboutI am a girl making her life anew with nothing but God to help guide me through the haze of my future. I love to write, 'tis my passion;here I am, and I shall write indeed. Various th.. more..Writing
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