Growing Pains Poem by April Down

Growing Pains

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If the future mimics and averages
All those who pass before us
Then i can conclude this experiment

I do not want this.

Do you think me weak and impertinent
That i could close no pages or rip them?
I do.

I jump with the burns then relish in my
Weakness,
Caught out.

Sunday, January 6, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: weakness
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