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Time slips trough my fingers
Dreams of youth, compromised
yet vindicated
Time compells me this moment of
perspective
Have you seen what I have seen?
Do you know the extent of my suffering?
Am I a giver of thoughts,
Or the fool who knows nothing?
My life is long and tired
If I were to die today
Would you have known me?
Or would I be lost to you?
A word in a poem written in anger
A page to be turned in a book
with so many others...
written by my ex-boyfriend, a staunch, anal-retentive, drunken lawyer. who knew he had it in him? anyway, the title of this blathe reminded me of it...
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