forgottenA Poem by freelancejouster
on occasion, i feel that perhaps this is all pointless and if i move from where i precariously sit day after day, week after week (year after year?) something incredible might just happen,
but i haven't the energy or idea how to start to move from this shelf to begin with.
oh, the lament of a dusty Barbie doll.
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2 Reviews Added on May 4, 2012 Last Updated on May 4, 2012 AuthorfreelancejousterWIAbouti'm a muppet with his secrets revealed. i'm a lost teenager. i'm a rugged adventurer. I'm a bumbling novice. i'm an awkward intellectual. i'm a tear-stained lover. i'm a starving artist. i'm an.. more..Writing
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