Wandering these streets, the shadows twirl around me.
I pleaded for them to untwist.
They responded,
"Why don't you turn?"
Wandering these streets, my reflections chase me.
I pleaded for them to leave.
They responded,
"Why don't you join?"
The shades are drawn, but the figures dance like ghosts trapped in white.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
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