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Who am I?

Who am I?
Am I all my mashed up mishaps,

Looping, creping, paper chaining through?

Am I clogs of wallpaint stains in

Bedded lanes of devine daisy dew?

Am I rivets, ratchets, harsh lines,

Chiseled by stilettoed hue?

All these thoughts, feelings and instincts;

Which are true?

I sup the type of other mother tongues,

And still ask you....

Who am I?

life   Self-discovery

◄ God Knows I Try

I See You ►

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<Deleted User> (9882)

Fri 11th Jul 2014 10:36

when you do find out who you are Natalie,let me know how you did it-I'll be its next user.

very good piece.x

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