Corrected Mistakes Poem by alysha renee'
Corrected Mistakes
she sits, waiting for the blow
life has dealt her a cruel hand; though now she's learned to accept it
everythings been a mistake, including her birth
she's cautious, so no error in her ways; perfection is key
almost done; her deeds will be hailed, all mistakes almost done, one left to go
a swift slice to th wrist, a dropp of blood splatters
her sins smarted; perfection destroyed
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