JetA Poem by What happened to simple old me?
Precious Jet, purest black, how great your imperfections are. Defining, as they outline the most curious of personalities. They can take one by surprise, as they dip quick white, ground rust, a spiral in the wrong direction - though every way they took me was the right way.
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Added on April 25, 2011 Last Updated on April 25, 2011 Author
What happened to simple old me?United KingdomAbout'Death was just a simple glance across a dim lit room And those eyes did it Those three words did it Those three words killed him And I surrender to it all Between you and me, I surrender to you .. more..Writing
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