MessA Poem by CajunPoetFun fun
I am homesick for a place I am not even sure exists,
Unable to resist the tug of things I that I may have missed, It pulls at the fabric of my existence and slowly rips a whole in this facade exposing lies I never let slip. © 2015 CajunPoet |
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Added on July 16, 2015 Last Updated on July 16, 2015 AuthorCajunPoetLAAboutI write... I am just me. One day I hope to write in a capacity that's more than a hobby. I am my own biggest critic. more..Writing
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