blurringA Poem by Tenten
It's all blurring
The in and out
The here and there
Bowls of cereal
Bowls of green
Inhaling incense and cigarettes
To the scent of dogs and perfume
It's turning to the missed memory
Of being in a place
No longer welcoming
To a place were people desire your company
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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Added on August 30, 2008 AuthorTentenAlamosa, COAboutI know me well enough to know that I don't who I truly am and that I deceive myself into believing i have found my way in life. i well away of the fact that i am a contradiction of actions and words a.. more..Writing
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