The BathroomA Poem by Justine
In the dark its any room I want it to be. Its the comfort of privacy As I cry, No angry voice, No Judgement On the reason for my tears. Just the cold tiles on my cheek to sooth me, And the darkness to hold me as I cry. © 2008 Justine |
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Added on February 12, 2008 |

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