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Just your everyday, run-of-the-mill, amateur poetry
Saturday, January 5, 2008
I've been busy with catharsis
The only way a woman scorned knows how
Underhanded, schemy
Doesn't make me any better
But it feels right
For right now
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The Poet-In-Training
Ashee
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
A 24 year old woman from Canada trying to figure out what she wants to say. I never write drafts. What you see here is what I wrote all at once, everything pouring out.
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