ExtractionA Poem by Rainee WhitingExtraction A burn as I open, all of me you try to see. With thrashing hands you rip, searching for all the secrets that I keep. Screams, they escape, as from me, each you tear. Each extraction of the hidden me, a piece I never wished to share. Rainee © 2016 Rainee Whiting |
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Added on October 28, 2016 Last Updated on October 28, 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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