[-]-[-]A Poem by T. K. SjostromWith so much time to prepare... And with so little time to progress. We have been created. A nothing. Now a something. All the while fluctuating in, Our reasons for being... Our predictions for extinction... I'm failing to capture the art of life. Even when it's in the right eye. © 2009 T. K. Sjostrom |
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