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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Tragedy · #1131428

A piece speaking out against child abuse of any form.



Jagged edges,
cutting deep.
Tears of crimson,
running steep.
Crevice growing,
day by day.
Wounds inflicted
in everyway.
Cut me not
with your eyes.
Tear not my heart,
With your lies.
Bruise this life
no more I say.
Harm not the child
in any way!


-July 13,2006-
Copyright ©2006 Jenny Marie Stites
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