i would be an awful fatherA Poem by freelancejouster
brightly colored blocks, infant's toys,
my world is full, or perhaps within and pushes against its edges with loathing and contempt.
the word that echoes quietly, mockingly, is
'trapped'.
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3 Reviews Added on February 12, 2011 Last Updated on February 13, 2011 AuthorfreelancejousterWIAbouti'm a muppet with his secrets revealed. i'm a lost teenager. i'm a rugged adventurer. I'm a bumbling novice. i'm an awkward intellectual. i'm a tear-stained lover. i'm a starving artist. i'm an.. more.. |

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