SmallA Poem by FaeryQueenon the spotWhy do
I feel so small? When can I grow?
I miss
being a clueless. Figuring
out everything As it
started to fall in place Under my feet There
is nothing here for me Nothing
but the sweet scent of something that’s rotted away I feel so small Small Becoming smaller And smaller Smaller Smaller …
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Added on January 3, 2016 Last Updated on January 3, 2016 Author
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