I made a picture,
it wasn't a good picture,
it wasn't pretty,
i didn't show it to anyone.
This picture was different.
I didn't use a paint brush as the blade was my tool.
I didn't use a canvas my arm was the board.
I made a picture.
A permanent one at that .
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Poems For The Broken
PoetryA collection of poems made by, for or about the broken. If you want your poem to be featured in the book, please PRIVATE MESSAGE the author with: -The poem -The name of the poem -The authors name (can be anonymous if you wish) ----> dogpower77...
