Monday, March 11, 2013

The Way life Shows and Tells Is Different In Individuals

Eight rocks in a circle
makes nine shapes.
Everyone carries a bell-y
which needs to be filled dai-ly.
Like a spill of ink below the white beret,
Her hair is the swell of dark water,
Seventeen, on her own,
She casts a shadow
in every man's longings.

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