Tonya Kincheloe

Rookie (9-17-91 / rogers, arkansas)

My Knife - Poem by Tonya Kincheloe

My knife is my friend.
My knife understands.
My knife doesn't push me away.
My knife listens.
My knife agrees with me.
My knife knows me.
My knife is dull.
My knife cuts me.
My knife lays beside me as I die.

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  • Rookie ezzabell fanning (10/23/2008 9:55:00 PM)

    i had a knife. but now its behind bars. cheers. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 23, 2008



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