Blue Sun Room FICTION - GENERAL
Patchwork Girl
She finds
the pieces that have
died and fallen away.
She gathers them all together
and sews
herself
back into the
shape of a normal girl—
mostly whole, held together with
black threads.
A piece
is missing here
and there, but if you squint
and tip your head, she almost looks
complete.
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Saturday, 17 December 2005 02:31
dude i have no idea who you are but your brilliance will one dasy(if you use it) have your name supscribed in all of time (my current and future asperation)
Sunday, 18 December 2005 17:13
wow...that was amazing. wish i could write something as (do i wanna say profound here?) as the above poem...
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