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A Poem by T. K. Sjostrom

With 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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Added on June 23, 2009
Last Updated on September 9, 2009

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T. K. Sjostrom
T. K. Sjostrom

Houston, TX



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