PebHmong Discussion Forum
Creative Corner => Poetic Souls => Topic started by: BoyRescue on March 13, 2012, 10:54:25 AM
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I despise that I'm a trophy set on pedestal to be idolized.
Where money and fame are the standards of affection.
Where true beauty is no longer seen from the inside out.
My words are a meaningless drum without a beat.
They are ashes of pages scattered viciously by a storm.
A triumphant voice unheard.
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Nice job. :)
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Ain't that the truth. Nice O0