Change Poem by Brittany Goodman

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i didnt realize what i had become
intill that day it had become no fun
past and past each round and round
room by room the same awful sound depending on me
i may break like the effiel tower

Saturday, April 23, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: fun
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