Not MeA Poem by SilentDreamerHigh above the others, Not myself, Someone else... How perfect to lose who I am. Not being me- such a gift, sadly. It doesn't matter who else, Just not me. A wooden floor, Spotlights, A faceless crowd, Shadows watching, And an unknown me. Sends chills down my spine... So perfect. © 2011 SilentDreamerAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 13, 2011 Last Updated on December 29, 2011 AuthorSilentDreamerAbout☼ Hey! Well I'm a writer, of course. I love hanging out with my friends, writing, reading, shopping, being outside, listening to music, cooking, gardening, photography, acting and playing guit.. more..Writing
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