Finite.

Finite.

A Poem by sierra_jo

Fall in and out of old habits
Destructive but predictable
Familiar foe
Multiple shadows of the same image and you pick the darkest
Love is all that you are looking for
But even definitions arent defined

© 2011 sierra_jo


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sierra_jo
I'm going to enter one of my poems into a contest. Which do you think is best? Comment "winner" on which ever poem you think is best.

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