Nicole Miles Poems

Her hair as red as hell fire,
She stands tall in arrogance and pride
Some days I hang from her wire,
She keeps attached by her side.
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Love
With barbs as vines
Tightly wrapped around throats
Love
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What you get
has never been seen,
This soul has been broken
by the harsh and the mean.
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What have I done?
When will this stop?
When will I learn?
How many will get hurt
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Hatred.
Who is the first person to mind?
A parent?
A sibling?
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