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A Poem by Cadence Killday

No poise or faith,
An incessant flop,
My aims are fake
It never stops

My eyes will speak
Of promise near
But conscience seeks
Deficient fears

No drive or spur
Rendered mundane
I’m just that “her”
I’m just the same.

© 2012 Cadence Killday


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Added on January 14, 2012
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Cadence Killday
Cadence Killday

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I'm Cadence and I'm 19 years old. I play violin and guitar and write poetry. If you review one of my poems I will always do my best to return the favor. more..

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