Long WinterA Poem by Not Afraid of Bruisesprove to me that you aren't worth everything I have because now, when the lines start to slip, it's time to prune time to trim back all the lies we told each other...
and I'm not sure how to begin where to start over again, with you.
once things were simple, but that was before and now we only live in the memory of tissue, the gentle touch I know I just felt...
it's time to trim and prune and trust that spirng will bring back these colors, these scents next season. prove to me that waiting is worth it, for you. © 2008 Not Afraid of BruisesReviews
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3 Reviews Added on April 18, 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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