Gone.A Poem by Jason Young
She just sits there Paler skin than snow Faded dash of color sitting on her wrist Her eyes are cold steel Unforgiving and chilling But her smile gives her away Her voice cracks as she gently sobs © 2008 Jason YoungReviews
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5 Reviews Added on October 23, 2008 AuthorJason YoungKnoxville, TNAboutGo to the edge of the cliff and jump off. Build your wings on the way down. Why would you clone people when you can go to bed with them and make a baby? C'mon, it's stupid. There is more than one way.. more..Writing
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