All That Glitters Is Not Gold.A Poem by W. LynchDeception can be a a bothersome little devil sometimes.How can something be so vast, Yet how can it be so small? How can something matter so much, And sometimes not at all? It may be overlooked, But not forgotten. Never lost; Never soughten. I suppose it matters On how it is percieved. All can see it differently, And usually they are decieved. But to me It always looks the same. Never changing; A cheating game.
A human. © 2008 W. LynchAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on December 29, 2008 AuthorW. LynchEarth and all it's homes..., KSAboutIt seems I come here in 2-year intervals...? Well, maybe the third time's the charm. I'm eighteen, about to enter university, and so incredibly ready to close this chapter and open another. Recent hap.. more..Writing
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