August 4, 2009
She told you
you could be Barbie
and every little girl


You realize now, you can’t

step outside

this charcoal fog.

You don’t care.

You find it nice.

You decide your coffin
should be balsa & tar
but who cares;

it’s not like we die,

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Amanda said...
Aug. 15, 2009 at 12:34 pm
too many struggle with this issue apparently. there are many poems etc. about this topic
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