the woman I amA Poem by Emily Bone of the first poems I wrote, one of the handful I brought with me to the cafe, dusted it off and brought it back cause of something I just readI won't be buried in choices, chained by vanity. © 2010 Emily BFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorEmily BRichmond, KYAboutto the Lost Boys I am no Wendy; but my voice brings you back to me. And you sit around my feet, anxious for a story or a kiss. Listening to my words spinning adventures, like so much g.. more..Writing
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