DEFINED
Is this me
In the middle
In the room
In between
there’s no space
But there’s room in my head
So empty to fill
with the words that twist
Deposing, degrading
Igniting such shame
Unseen
Replicated
Expected
Unchanged
Still there
...
Monday 7th November 2011 11:31 am
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