Imperfect

by trippetta TC   Dec 11, 2008


And if I can
And if I can't
Connect,
Than I regret,
What the Supers call
Id Ego Psyche and intellect
Because than I, you, we
Fail and fall
Oh lie!
There's the super Id
With his/her flaming red hair and temper
To steal
Us all
From feeling truth and a
Fall
Forever
from
Grace

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