The mind of a poet: Verge

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Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Verge

Some refer to it As felo-de-se When life gets to hard I just want to flee At one point I had so much promise I was filled with glee Now I’m an outcast Due to my own actions Alone just me and some cold tea Annihilation brought on There is no salvation Who would’ve thought? During the time of creation... Sign in to see full entry.

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