t w e n t y

t w e n t y

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Poetry
in which a girl indirectly shares her dying hope in t w e n t y words ~ The fire in her eyes had long diminished, and her scars had long unravelled, but the only remnant she dared to share, of her battered mind, was kept in the braided breaths and unconscious cognitive activity, of her shaking fingers. [All Rights Reserved @FallingFeather]
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a collection of poetry and prose from the brain of a sick teenage girl. **** editing ©️sml, 2015-17

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