More Ways Than ThisA Poem by Cassidy MaskHe was lost, you could see it. Lost, in more ways than this. Folded arms fallen shoulders. And I, trying to remember how to help, got caught in wonderings of cause and effect.
He lacked conviction in all things but especially this.
Her voice was like the snapping of old cords. He strained to see how change could be a good thing. © 2013 Cassidy Mask |
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1 Review Added on January 5, 2013 Last Updated on January 5, 2013 AuthorCassidy MaskSingaporeAboutI'm at art college in Singapore. "...I never heard them laugh. They had, Instead, this tic of scratching quotes in air - like frightened mimes inside their box of style, that first class carriag.. more..Writing
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