luule
Sunday, July 8, 2012
i'm fragile,
i'm weak.
standing on the edge,
of a mountain's peak.
full of wanderlust,
want these thoughts to cease.
i'm like a puzzle,
missing a piece.
in the forest,
soaked in rain.
yet i stand,
haven't been slain.
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