My WorldsA Poem by ashleydawn
I've spun
my worlds on separate chains; hanging side by side, clinging together when the harsh winds blew but separate, still. In action, two halves of my very whole being are simply unable to cooperate at casual dinner parties. Pieces that can never be one because they are too distinctly different.
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Added on August 15, 2011 Last Updated on August 15, 2011 |