a spongeA Poem by nigrum homonculuswhat i am to any person in the world. its a good and bad thing.Absorbing the disdain Of someone else’s life I did not choose this role The role chose me. I am the cushion for my friends A sponge for a stranger I take in what they cannot so their slate is squeaky clean. But what of me? Don’t the sponge get dirty? If it absorbs so much grime Won’t it begin to degrade? © 2012 nigrum homonculusReviews
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StatsAuthornigrum homonculuslondon, surrey, United KingdomAbouti have been away from this place for.....lord knows, something like 3-4 years? so i guess all the things i have experienced in that time have to come out somehow you know? so here we are. you're readi.. more..Writing
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