Barely WholeA Poem by ambur
I lie, and cheat, and play on hearts: Broken, and filed, boiled to slight perfection. The penny left about the floor, shaken and faded; Looks of defeat, lurid, painful stares, Just barely human, just barely whole. © 2008 amburReviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 26, 2008 AuthoramburDCAboutI'm alright in bed, but I'm better with a pen... I am the voice inside your head That you listen for with pleasure. more..Writing
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