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Poems and other writings...
Friday, March 9, 2012
Where do I fit?
random thoughts enter
Where do I fit?
A question with no answer
Running me in circles
the only certainty in my reality
Is mired in dull, sad somber shades of solitude and strife
Observation at a stoplight.
Observation at a stoplight.
The sun has beaten tones of bronze and red into her flesh
As she waits, residing on her two wheeler.
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