The ParadoxA Poem by Priscilla Sousa
I think but I don't think,
I laugh but I don't laugh, I speak but then I'm in silence, I appreciate but I despise. I love but I hate. I am a despicable lover, stunningly horrifying, beautifully depressed, a spoil, gross, disgusting. I am what I am not, And what I am not, Is what I am. Frank Waffle
© 2016 Priscilla SousaAuthor's Note
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