TwistA Poem by MJ (:
I’m always pretending, lending, bending
Twisting and molding into shapes
That no one else will fill.
Slipping into crevices
Finding a void then trying to
Eradicate, eliminate, alleviate
Nothing more, nothing less
Disposition never changing
I am constant,
I am endless.
© 2009 MJ (: |
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Added on April 12, 2009 Author
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