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May 2010
no point
What is the point?
I am not a baby machine
or
a beautiful queen.

What is the point?
Rotting away
and
waiting for my hair to turn grey.

What is the point?
To not die today
or
tomorrow.
Written by
kali ma
604
   --- and Annabel
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