"I'm fine." She said.
And she is. Fine. Finer than
a piece of paper, rejecting ink.
You can tell because of
her arms - two flesh coloured bones - and
my arms, which wrap twice around her waist.
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poems about my life
they are happy
they are sad
they are loving
they are hateful
they are
pieces of me
sewn into the thoughts of you
if you have any questions
ask me
thanks for reading
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2nd poetry book.