Pages
Torn between
the pagews
of lifes open book
words all a blur
i can not make
sence of these words
that shine so dear...
deep into this dark
abyss of life
strung out in
tattered mysteries
of short little
novels novels
written by petty little people
amused only by there
own selfs ego
no ending
just blank pages
where must my
destiny lye?
the pagews
of lifes open book
words all a blur
i can not make
sence of these words
that shine so dear...
deep into this dark
abyss of life
strung out in
tattered mysteries
of short little
novels novels
written by petty little people
amused only by there
own selfs ego
no ending
just blank pages
where must my
destiny lye?
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