Valley Of DeathA Poem by Rainee WhitingValley Of Death I walk through the valley of death, stepping firmly upon shards of bone. I do not wince as slivers puncture skin, as it is here where I make my home. I walk through the valley of death, the damned cry out in fear, I whisper "All will be well..." "I am the only monster here." Rainee
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Added on October 26, 2016Last Updated on October 26, 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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