Living
I am not one of you.
You dance, careless in your shriveled affairs.
Pride lost its purpose.
What did you care?
Danger is a pastel moment,
Only lived through the eyes of children.
Accented by rules
Meant to be broken.
Copyright © Jenelle Spaulding | Year Posted 2005
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