I am unimportant
By Walter Burns
I am unimportant existence bleeds into misery's drain now gone and left with picket fences and bombed out houses- memories- how can I matter I'm a name on a page and before anyone will care I'll be dead and they'll all say, "What a queer look they had back then." Written March 25th, 2002 © on Mar 25 2002 08:27 AM PST 0 • 1
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