no answers by Stephanie MyersA sort of denial rapes her face
walking toward the glass door
gone broken.
Falling
Cover your eyes little one
no need to see the disco
lights from the squad.
Crying
Feet flying out from under
her pink cotton tunic
worn a tinge thin.
Helpless
No answers for the problematic
equations.
Not even a ringing telephone. 06/16/2003 Posted on 06/17/2003 Copyright © 2024 Stephanie Myers
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