The EditorA Poem by Gigi meep Cutting is a way of Life to the Editor Sometimes he finds her sore. I was watching him talk with hands out wide Then I saw the cuts on the side. Cutting was his life. He obsessed night and day Hoping to make the perfect way. He dreamt of blades at night. They were always kept in sight. He woke early one morning. There was blackness everywhere. He saw some people mourning. He walked over to there. Cutting was his life. She was drenched with tears This concentrated his fears. He looked into the grave, another life we couldn't save. © 2010 Gigi
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GigiTraverse Town, CAAboutMy Nickname is Giggers. I am now 18 years old. I am halfway through my second year of college at the Academy of Art University in San Francisco. I live with two roommates and all of my old friends are.. more..Writing
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