Thursday, January 24, 2013

I'm a Poet and I Know It

The night air was hot from burning from kerosene
watching books fade away
thats when i thought everything was what they seemed
I was content with my job
until she came along
her questions seemed to rob
my mind of all i was told
I felt my self get defensive
towards all her questions
but soon would make me realize im fenced in

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