November 13, 2010


Scribbled words on the wall
Sad graffiti
My life story
Looked at
They wander away
To the next wall
And to the next
Nothing special
They say
Run of the mill
Dream factory
They brood
I'm entertainment
In passing
Then dropped
Like a child's game
Plucked flowers
Cracked dry to unspecialness
These words
Droop with the same old
Same old

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