eosaja's poem a day
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
aargh
This is not my life.
I did not choose to be,
did not design this frame.
This is not my life.
Am I so lost that even
I am become strange?
This is not my life
I did not choose to be.
This life condemned me.
dawn 10/04/11
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