Open Poetry #1 |
Life is Pretend |
The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
what was i thinking or dreaming so clear why did i believe i belonged here was i ever really normal did I fit in the perfect circle life is pretend it was my friend i kept it close because i didnt trust now...now everything is rust stain of me stain of you do we all feel the blue it lives,breathes reproduces once..once i was new not a gentle monster not a change just a weeping willow ravaged by the rain ------------------ |
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