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Me, Myself and I

I thought of things each day As if they were stream of events Through my mind away More scenes I kept Within my soul blemished Haunted and reminiscent Each action that pricked My inner being in the wilderness Of its fruition bestowed For those who deserved To savor the sumptuous breed Of nature who spoke Within the collective cells That circumscribed The essence of my existence I created everything That pleased and hurt me at once But it was just fragment Of essential things Needed to propel my desires To become who I am And be one with everything.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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