No more?A Poem by arejoleacherThat little girl on the stairs, Who is crying tears of bleach, Who is asking for a tissue, But there seems to be no tissue in reach. The parents in the next room, With the pistols in their hands, Aiming at one another, prepared to- Bang! “You good for nothing witch!” “Why can’t you do anything right!?” “I’ll take her with me!” “Why can’t daddy and mommy not fight, No
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Added on April 28, 2014Last Updated on April 28, 2014 Tags: no more fighting AuthorarejoleacherDenver, COAboutI still have yet to experience many things in life. But, I have experienced much. Though, life has so much more in store. I don't strive for perfection in writing, I strive to write what I think... more..Writing
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