A Poet's Dying Breath
Monday, November 29, 2010
My Protector
My protector,
My defender,
Even when I don't think
I need it,
I'm FINE already,
Thank you.
Just,
Just watch over my heart.
'Cause just me
Isn't good enough anymore.
Stupid thing.
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