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Another poem from an old notebook
Submitted:Feb 15, 2008 Reads: 132 Comments: 0 Likes: 1
Misled
I sought darkness
But only found light
I tried to win
But I still lost this fight
I wanted fire
Though I succumbed to water
My need was dire
And I began to falter
Being a trickster, I sough to be weak
But I never gained might
Strength I still seek
I guess it serves me right
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