Poetry
These words are my sexy, little red dress
Monday, August 20, 2007
some pieces
the broken mirror
still resembles
your face
no matter how
many times
it is broken
over and over
again
each time
every time
with time
in the broken glass
the brokenness
in my eyes still
sees you
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