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Pushed by the cold wind,
I swing open the doors
to be greeted by a row
of mirrors and stalls.
Standing between them,
I prick at the stream
of exposed skin on my leg,
nylon torn like ripples
in a barren sea.





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ShernayB. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 7, 2010 at 10:10 am
Very cute and short
I like it.
 
Powd3er said...
Feb. 3, 2010 at 11:17 am
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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