When I was young

November 1, 2009
By Torsten Odland SILVER, Warrington, Pennsylvania
Torsten Odland SILVER, Warrington, Pennsylvania
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Fickle flimsy little
thread, slipped through the gaps
between my fingers.

all the blood in me
screams for that wisp of color,
but now it’s nestled somewhere on the floor.
laying there smiling.


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