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Many times we get hurt my words
Wether we be diffrent or just nerds
We carry much sadness and pain
To what extent will we ever gain
We often thank we are alone
And often we complain with a groan
The Experience of Self
By Andrea Spencer
Silver fingers
brushing soft pine’s needles
-whose frost scrapes
and burns this season-
into her human hands.
Entombed inside me is something that is beyond this state of the world,
beyond all the reality TV show drama, the sex scandals, the murder-suicides,
what a Hollywood starlet wore this week, who got shot and blown up yesterday;
