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Cat Bonner Poem
I'm walking a fine line,
somewhere between dead and alive,
I'm contently loosing balance,
tripping over my own two feet.
I'm scratched, scared, and bruised.
Will I make it out alive?
Or will I die,
on this destructive path of mine?
Copyright © Cat Bonner | Year Posted 2011
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Cat Bonner Poem
Young bird,
just learning to fly.
Young bird,
never has cried.
Young bird,
has never known the truth.
Young bird,
I'll remember, the innocent youth.
Copyright © Cat Bonner | Year Posted 2011
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