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Salad Days

Poetry

Sad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume

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Solidify my entity.
Make my pain and hide my truth.
Make me yours make me be.
Come around and find me.

Can I really be here?
Can I really be?

Indifferent in your eyes
Still the same in my life.
Forget the past it's no more.
Lasting is the way.

What can you expect?
I really want to know.