I scribble this page with fright,
fearing of what I have been today,
the poet in me died.
A different being with a different thought,
what have I become?
this are my thoughts once,
who are these thoughts now?
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
I scribble this page with fright,
fearing of what I have been today,
the poet in me died.
A different being with a different thought,
what have I become?
this are my thoughts once,
who are these thoughts now?
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