Open trembling nighttime wounds
to sickly sordid dreams we hold
and the tempest wrecking clashing curses
what hides and swaddles in coats from cold
A dress of blue
flow sweet tempting locks
tempered and swayed
the broken matron did carry forth
the treasured tinker box
what with clasps create
some days gone by
some bittersweet yet
on this cusp of a lie
- Music in Regine, 2008
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A teen girl living on the edge of New York writes of her vagabond/urchin adventures in poetic form, documenting her tries at love, healing, drugs, anarchism and beauty. Today, after receiving a shot to a top college, she looks back at a life in poems, and writes on. This is the story of Me.
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