19A Poem by Not Afraid of Bruisesa short one
and they build me up, form me to be something I am not, so I linger here in the rotting reek that is Never, dying for a fix that might sustain this tether. © 2008 Not Afraid of BruisesAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on May 15, 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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