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For some life is lifeFor other life is sorrow For me life is like animalSweet and soft for spring Cold and mad for winter Running around like fallIn heat like ...

Round and round I go Back and forth To and froNever stopping Never talking As life passes by my life passes by bye, bye life

Jogging in placeIn a never ending race Always moving Never changeing My legs movingUp and down Up and down alwaysTill I diethe day I close my eyes The end of ...

Like a toy I lie here now, used and forgotten.I wait for someone to remember to come and rescue me.Like a toy I am broken used and forgotten with no ...

I stare at the white wallsthe silent tears roll down my faceI look into the small mirrormy face pale for not having seen the sunmy light hair black with filthfrom ...

A tree in town square.Not a snowflake insight.Except out a can.Palm Trees with twinkling lights Line the roadThrough Marysville.Frost on the groundGone by Turtles dovesJust sparrows And HawksThat

WILLOWThe wind whispered secretsto all the lovely treesblowing through there leavesand nudging the trunks.He talked to every singletree none was left forgottenexcept the tiny Willow tree not yet grown

They call me Slut.

A poem me and Cspr wrote a while back for some contest or another.

Flowers pressed in the pages of my favourite books