TinA Poem by Rainee WhitingTin Hollow shell, vacant stare. Absent heart, no longer care. Movement strained, motion slowed. A ping then drag, on the yellow brick road. Rain falls, smears painted grin. Exposing she, is made of tin. Rainee
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Added on October 24, 2016 Last Updated on October 24, 2016 AuthorRainee WhitingLas Vegas, NVAboutBrilliant foliage extends from the branches of my family tree, an over grown topiary containing a hundred known and gifted writers. The sap that fills the limb in which my name is carved contains the .. more..Writing
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