Sometimes my poetry reflects the back-side of the mirror.
This is my place of introspection.


Strangled by choices
not my own, my heart bleeds its
last red drop of hope.

Ali
february 28, 2007
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broken, so broken.
Jagged, mismatched heap of pain,
because i was small.

Ali
february 28, 2007
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The hole in my heart
leaks all of my love for you
like tears on the floor.

Ali
february 28, 2007