NumbersA Poem by AysiaA Holocaust poemChopped off for a price, just about right. Chopped off at the root, she cried when it fell, The numbers alone, had a story to tell.
© 2013 AysiaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAysiaMSAboutI'm very shy. A budding writer. Grammar freak, despite my use of fragments in this bio. A photographer. Young in age, but old in soul. Sort of. I consider myself an abstract writer (as in the art.. more..Writing
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