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Poetry

Thoughts spared for the ones who love and hurt and smile and believe at the same time. © fourthrose 2015 | AL

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by fourthrose

by fourthrose

I see a pale girl
and white branches
and thin red ribbons
adorning her thin arms
and legs

I see a dark curl
and tainted eyes
that see misery like
a marathon on tv

I see red eyes
-and prominent ribs
and sharp, sharp hips-
that constantly make sure
the numbers do not
go up

I see the past
and the pain of being
but at the same time
not being
as whole as they should be