Not me
Ive been tampered with...me, my soul, my heart
so lonely, so bitter
so not me, is me,
tampered me...
me, my soul, my heart
so bright, so happy
is me, so not me
not now, cause this is me,
tampered me
Not me
Ive been tampered with...Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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