In the age of faceless books I am making this page in an attempt to have my own place in electronic space where I can go to escape the rat race.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Ally
Eyes as an island, they leave me stranded and bewildered.
Lips as a mime, they leave me speechless and wondering.
Voice as an eagle, leaving me glued to the sky.
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