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Poem Details
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| Title: | tally-marks |
| Author: | Anonymous |
| Date Submitted: | 2/24/2005 |
| Poem: |
I'm sick of feeling like i need you my self hurt my pain. feeling like i need you hating, taking, breaking, me apart. It's as though I thought I could make it better with every crimson line I trace across my body. No more crimson lines in your silver shiny exterior. Just pillowy pink tallies, one mark for each time i fell apart.... |