3yrsold.A Poem by brianna vega
three years old. i remember hazy but imprinted in my mind sitting in my room doors locked shut tight his voice loud loud loud booming i never heard my mother. but i knew she was dying crying inside& out. © 2008 brianna vega |
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Added on November 9, 2008 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAboutThings have changed like the singing of rain Once soft Now pouring Soaking Softening Changing more.. |

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