“Scapegoat”
Broken bones and shattered dreams;
nothing is ever as it seems.
A child walks all alone;
no real place to call home.
Nobody sees and nobody hears;
at times it seems that nobody cares.
People call the child strange;
It’s thoughts they want to rearrange.
Quiet little freak never talks too much.
Odd little child shies
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brilliant as always. I sometimes wonder if I should colaborate with a poet to make a 'book of poetry & grapic arts'... who knows maybe one day I might end up doing something like that.
I don't use myspace anymore although I do have my page there still:
http://www.myspace.com/michelle_meijs
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I'm a maintainer from the community asphaltflowers.
I'm trying to get the community active again, and I just wanted you to know.
I know you like to post there, and I'd like more people to join.
I just got so busy that I wasn't able to really keep up with it. =[
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