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Wasted
Living in the moment
But dead every day
where does my real love lay
I thought I would be here forever
Now I see its now or never
Please don't tell me you know me.
Somehow you still have me
gold paint on my body
dust from the sand
why am I in this land
too bad we are so confused
no one has time
thought I would live forever
walking on with this life
sun on my back
drinking a cold one
life is good
there is not just one........
poem
by
Sita Cabrera
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