I Like Her BetterA Poem by Rainee WhitingI Like Her Better I like her better, the one of stone, she needs for nothing, but to be alone. I like her better, she does not cry, fearing love, but not to die. I like her better, the other me. The one in the mirror, only I can see. I like her better, she refuses to feel. She welcomes lashings, that will never heal. Rainee © 2016 Rainee WhitingReviews
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2 Reviews 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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