Monday, December 5, 2011

Lights
I've never sat in front of a dressing room mirror. It's soft lights bordering it's square lines. My mirror is old, dusty and worn. But I see myself as I think I truly am, and it suits me fine.
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2 comments:

Brother Ollie said...

These are good - little poem bombs.

December 6, 2011 at 5:02 AM
IA said...

n i c e
one could almost see your life through a small hole.

December 11, 2011 at 5:56 AM

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