Tuesday, May 20, 2008

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I'm going to write you a poem about art
and this is it:

It's midnight
in my city
I'm two rooms
with a window in the wall
the world's in one
sleeping on the floor
nothing's in the other
except the door.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Open the door,
To see what's in store :)

Anonymous said...

Come back to FB,
We miss you cheri :P

The Ghost Eater said...

wild horses couldn't make me, babe.

i wuv you. Missed you down at the river. x.