Grown-UpA Poem by Shalini RI’ve tasted the color of rain Lilac and cotton candy covered my lips. I can recall the bite of blackberries They stung my tongue Barefoot in dirty puddles Mud melting between my toes. Those days I was a child are Now long gone, teetering on forgotten. Today I hear money Clanging a conforming beat.
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6 Reviews Added on February 11, 2008 Last Updated on August 10, 2008 AuthorShalini Rblack hole, MDAboutThe name's Shalini, I'm addicted to wrecklessness. DOT, not feathers. I'm kind of a strange colabaration of ridiciously fun-loving [sadly sometimes without weighing the cost] and an old soul. I am .. more..Writing
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