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May 2018
I live a restless life;
All I do is wander endlessly.
To find my inner peace,
I need her to see me.
She looks at me;
But she doesn't see me.
She doesn't look past my hard exterior.

To her I am like a pinch of salt;
Being sprinkled continuously;
To torture an earthworm.

The goddess I worship sees me;
As a toxic chemical;
To her flowers.
A time of sadness
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Written by
Udehjer  22/M/Africa
(22/M/Africa)   
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