Chad Linder
Poetry
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
As I
Do not speak of multitudes
and loneliness.
Seas of people in an over populated world.
You as common as I,
lonely as I
as crowded as I.
We have nothing in common because we choose it.
As light as I,
rigidity fuses my spine
with resistance to believe
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