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She is time.
Time is her prison.
Prison is she.
She is imprisoned.
She imprisons.
Unlucky, yet so,
Charmed.
Willed to magic.
An improbable, so possible magic.
Unlucky, yet so,
Blessed.
Gifted to whims.
With the grips of sleep upon her.
Unwilling to give.
And the eyes begin to ache.
The body quakes.
Unlucky, yet so,
Favored.
Thrown aside.
Ignored by those,
So middling,
Yet so,
Unique.
Awake stays she,
Dwelling on matters —
Unlucky, yet so,
Serendipitous...
Thus,
She falls.
- Title: Unlucky Yet So...
- Artist: vinnyDOLL
- Description: Very abstract. Makes no sense to me, and I wrote it. Tell me what it says to you. I'd love to know. ;D
- Date: 04/07/2009
- Tags: unlucky
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Evey Woodburn - 04/07/2009
- It reminds me of myself. Like your one thing yet you feel like your another. People see you one way, but you know that is not the real way that they see you. Hmmm
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- ruroukenluver13 - 04/07/2009
- i really like that poem especially the way you worded it 5/5
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