torywpoetry
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Manipulative Poem
She hears his voice
As she runs away
She clears her throat
Thinking of what to say
The Marriage she's always dreamed of
Is now completely over
She sits on a rock
Looking at a four-leaf clover
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