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A Poem by journeyous

all the poetry of her youth
can't save her now
she throws them all away
in crumpled paper balls
she's a little less than satisfied
with the way things turned out
what once held passion, lust and sooth,
now lines the graven walls

© 2014 journeyous


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Added on August 21, 2014
Last Updated on August 21, 2014