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Mar 2011
Beauty is fleeting,
but chase it I will.
Still waters run deep,
but also breed ill.

And in the midst of my travels,
a young girl might weep,
for reaching the summit,
only excites what's steep.

And so I am shallow,
withered and fatigued,
crawling on all fours,
my kneecaps bleed.

Yet amongst these shades of fall,
I pray for your green,
to compliment my troubles,
oh shape shifting queen.
Written by
Pangloss
952
   Alexis
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