Whistle
December 31, 2013
Whistling
You speak blowing air through your crooked teeth
Whistling
A soft breeze is all that escapes
Whittling
Away the core of me
Belittling
every ounce of me
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Emily
If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you