"They ask me of the foolish reason for the assortment of unexplained slits upon skin, varying in length and of location. I smile and say. 'You won't understand'."
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Emotional cripple
Poetry"Is that paint on your lips?" they ask. • • • • • "Yes, the paint of my tainted soul," she say. -A collection of free style poems-
