Tajma Hall

Rookie (01-15-1976 / Louisiana)

Blank - Poem by Tajma Hall

I am slowly dying
I rather be alone
my fantasies ran out
I am left with no hands
I am here
I judged and became judged
I would rather run out
than give anyone a chance
to persuade my ill matched soul

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  • (2/13/2009 7:12:00 AM)


    you know you are amazingly complete within/with you. a nice poem it is (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011


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