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My entry for The Review Game's WCC of April.The prompt:"What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered."-Emerson the love of my life :P
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 88 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 2 - Published: 04-05-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2656101
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She Knows
Pale, pasty skin
Covers her being.
Acne is like stars
On her face in a never-ending
Constellation.
The words that come
From her chapped lips
Are lyrics to the melody of life.
Her hooked nose smells
The lilacs in the distance.
Her
broken eyes see
Everything,
And her thoughts don't manipulate
Her pure observations into something
They're not.
Her ears hear the words
People use against her:
"fat, strange, Ugly."
But she ignores these
Ignorant remarks,
Because she knows
That she's Beautiful.
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