For twisted toes I can bleed something beautiful
Trickling to trimming to slimming down the ether before you.
Bright and cold.
Shoulder grasps and comfort confronting now
The crescendo, lament
Vibrato and content
Was water so
to turn toes so terrible a white?
-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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