Not Done Poem by Selina Munsey
Not Done
im an artist of perfection
because i would never manage that creastion
the thing of which i he mastered
is being the object of disaster
im the one you can not stall
in my decision
you cannot change my mind
theres no point in trying persusasion
theres no use
if me you wish to change im out of reach
a signal out of range
i will not play part of this illiusion
i refuse to cause anymore confusion
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