NewA Poem by AudrieThe words sliced through her soul leaving paper cut size wounds~ tiny universes of stinging, burning pain~
The wounds were too small to stitch so she just wrapped it up with one gauze bandage and drenched it in faint memories of happiness~
So now we'll pretend and act as if she is healed~ we'll pretend she has no memory~ We'll make sure she cannot feel~ © 2010 AudrieReviews
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4 Reviews Added on February 2, 2010 Last Updated on September 17, 2010 Previous Versions AuthorAudrietucson, AZAboutI love to create as far out and as far in as my mind can take me. I love all forms of creation. I enjoy writing because I know that the works will always reside within me and nothing can destroy a t.. more..Writing
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