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Feb 2013
isolated
i am an island unto myself
freely floating in
a sea of my own self doubt.
i drift along the
water's rim,
stuck between the very high
and the impossibly deep.
tides roll in
casting about the shards of sand
like die in a lucky game.
they scatter about
my forgettable face,
isolated inputs
on an ignored mind.
Hands
Written by
Hands  Cleveland, Ohio
(Cleveland, Ohio)   
770
   Ck, lucy anne, Anon C, Julia and ---
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