8A Poem by Not Afraid of Bruises
doll on a shelf. people love her and her “endearing weirdness,” that cute, sweet awkwardness that comes with a stubborn, fool-like dark side. They treat her well, she never wants for material things. only love. love she lacks, because everyone loves her. © 2008 Not Afraid of BruisesAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 3, 2008 AuthorNot Afraid of Bruisessomewhere beyond the Tagglewood, RIAboutVisit my website at http://www.caseyomalley.com/default.aspx! News: I was accepted for publication at the Sandy River Review (03/29/09)! PLEASE NOTE: I maybe be only 19, but I have been readin.. more..Writing
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