3AMA Poem by Rainee Whiting3AM The muted beat of a broken heart, a heroic fight to heal the hurt. Palms pressed in silent prayer, bare knees into dampened dirt. The silent whimper from quivering lips, as tears fall like salted rain. Mind manipulates memories past, she finds redemption in the pain. Rainee © 2016 Rainee WhitingReviews
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4 Reviews Added on November 18, 2016 Last Updated on November 18, 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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