poems book September 8, 2013by heather anne I’m an open book, yet you don’t care to read me. Each page is bleeding. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Some call it red 
Awesome.
Very depressing. Find someone who will read.
Too often true — very sad
I could salve those wounds with words.
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