Her skin had thinned from experience,
and her heart thickened with layers of regret.
She trudged on like a rusty soldier,
and burnt those true letters that she wrote to a boy.
Amy was the most beautiful girl you would know,
and she was eleven years old.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
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