glossy pool
reflection, again
eleven smooth stones
like glass
distorted, a face
familiar, but
empty
water settles
at peace
like ignorant sleep.
Friday, March 13, 2009
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This is your momentary escape from reality.
how crappy: a depressing poem on friday the thirteenth. Do you care NOTHING of our feelings while reading this blog?!
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