The Great DepressionA Poem by Heather Clayton
dirty grimy jeans slipping off
unwashed limp hair in my face leg hair grown out so I can touch it underarms stink, full of piss smell feet cracked, withered and raw I have been walking a mile that is the distance of my life I fall
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StatsAuthorHeather ClaytonSpring, TXAboutHello, I love writing and have quite an imagination. Usually my writings are short stories and also I do some poetry. I'm 35 and I love animals, music and writing/reading. I studied creative writing a.. more..Writing
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