Nothing much has changed., by Idrawwords
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One whole year.
Whats changed?
Hair colour?
220 cigarettes have past your lips.
But theres still no need for a different number
People drop there grudge
and hold you for a split second
Your mouth smiles, eyes don't
Put on a few pounds?
Saved a few too.
You look back to grimey year
Only 80 odd left
If your lucky
Bath bombs from grandma
You think: Will i end up like that?
Bath bombs.
Happy Birthday.
(My first poem, wil probably be edited.)
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Posted: 2008-09-25 21:49:33 UTC |
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