Finding
She walks along the cold street. Finding her way. Into the distance she clings to my mind.
I see her window from far away. The drawings she scribbles drives me to the same.
posted at 10:29 PM
Thursday, October 20, 2005
She walks along the cold street. Finding her way. Into the distance she clings to my mind.
I see her window from far away. The drawings she scribbles drives me to the same.
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- CHAZ
RTOT by
from
W. NEW YORK
2 Comments:
Ah, the window! But what's behind the door?
Interesting... I might have to ponder that question in a future post.
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