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To me, To you, To anyone
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Author:
Drunn
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| Created: April 06, 2012 at 06:26 pm |
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Entry Type:
Poem, G (All)
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| Category: Sad | Dark | Weird |
| Entry Stats: 4 Stars by 2 users with 2 comments 101 views |
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To me, To you, To anyone 
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There he is
Still sleeps in his own vomit
Far from glory, honor and being freed
Just enough energy to
Cry, bleed, plead
There she is
Still in the shower
Bearing the self image of a flower
Afraid of what she might see at the mirror
Ugliness, unfaithfulness, regret
There I am
Bearing the scars of life
Nothing more than what you can see
No less than whom you might be
Judgmental, punitive, crazy
There you are
Still watching where there is nothing to see
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Author Notes
Our roles. May be they are not the things that we should do. But they are the things that we would do.
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