i like to be,
this misfit me,
across the painted lines,
i cherish things,
i cannot feel,
that waste up all my life,
i dream today,
and slip away,
waiting, biding time,
for tomorrow brings,
such wonderous things,
that make me all worthwhile.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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