last summer
i broke
sunsets
across your horizon.
i stopped
to see
my face
in tidal pools,
tore lines
from books
and made this my own:
(you are not invisible);
i learned.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
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They say practise makes perfect. I wonder why perfection needs practise when it's our imperfections that make us beautiful. ..
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