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Dec 2012
I feel like a washed up ship on your shore
lost and broken forever more
I don't understand my place in these shoes
making me feel blue and misused.
****** and so all alone
a universe much to bold.

Sitting in my mini van
wrapped up in inner sins.
confused and caught up
in the energy of men.

I escape to the quiet of this parking space.
wandabitch
Written by
wandabitch  Promethea
(Promethea)   
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