My Life Is Cast
By coyote
The best of worlds do not provide a cure for defects that I hide; a cure that has been long denied the essence that is me. My essence, molten, poured in sand with defects caused by careless hands has hardened, but now life demands that "perfect" I should be. The future of my life has passed this way before, but now, at last, the die, imperfect, long since cast, shows cracks that all can see. Written May 1st, 1999 © on Aug 23 2001 10:22 AM PST 0 • 10
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