Stare.

Stare.

A Poem by Cassidy Mask

Not so much a

memory of what

was once.

 

More testing

powers of

invention that

I’ve studied and

tried to perfect.

 

I get lost all

over again in

worlds I’ve failed

to invent.

 

 ________________________

 

 

This place makes me forget

who I’ve become.

© 2012 Cassidy Mask


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Added on December 18, 2012
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Cassidy Mask
Cassidy Mask

Singapore



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