Developing Words
We are not wild. We are not innocent.
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
Jack
Sometimes I am the only person who will understand.
So I just talk to myself.
I am my raging incomprehension.
I am my melting spoon.
I am my rotting ego.
I am my reaction to inaction.
No one asked, so I told them again and again.
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