progress

progress

A Poem by temet nosce

 

fifteen

sixteen

seventeen years

 

i grow

like fire

we grow

in negative

 

© 2008 temet nosce


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I am truly envious.
It is so rare that a writer can write so little and say so much.
I greatly enjoyed this poem.

Posted 16 Years Ago

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temet nosce

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