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Wednesday, February 15, 2006


*KODAK*
Mommy and Daddy in a kodak world
The picture frame breaks
and I lay curled,
The glass stings me
I ball up my fist
wondering why Im ment to exist,
My eyes bleed tears
from kodak image dead
I trie to wash away the lies
but stains the carpet instead .
I don't hide it
I let other's see the dysfunctioned
The abstract of me.
Mommy holds my hand
Tries to make it all better
her other hand is linked
To her man her debtor.
There are mommy's and daddy's
In a perfect kodak land
My fist can't break the glass
but the glass can break my hand...

....give me a break I have not done any type of writing in a long time ....

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