Beyond RepairA Poem by Vanessawallow with me :/
I’d say, running my hand across this iron, That fiber is a limit-- by means of heat-- Scorching perfection into.... Any material. No.. I’d say that this isn’t what will do it.
My nails, running across the revolting flesh of my face, Cannot tear away enough skin To repair me. © 2008 VanessaReviews
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5 Reviews Added on September 17, 2008 AuthorVanessaAbout-As an introduction . . . . every place that I go gets an even number of steps. Yet, I don't very much like symmetry. -I love the smell of wet moss when it rains. -There's this ama.. more..Writing
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