Poem #8 [for 08/01/10, posted on the 11/01/10]:
Insecurities, Doubts
Her lips, her eyes,
Her complexion, her skin,
Her soul, her heart.
That glow on her face when she smiles,
The elegant way she walks,
He's a lucky guy.
A bruise around her eye,
A hand print on her skin,
A hole in her heart.
The mascara running down her face when she cries,
The depressed slump when she walks,
He's a fucking bastard.
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