Dream Deferred
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over-
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it’s just sags
like a heavy load.
By, MaheSh*
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at Sunday, February 14, 2010
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Dreams,
Loneliness,
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