Next mirror was lying that
she
was
none
like
me
No matter how I struggled
to blink
A mirror will always be there to remind me of
my
long
woolen
nose
So dry
To suffocate - I -
trapped in square argyle surfaces
she
was
none
like
me
No matter how I struggled
to blink
A mirror will always be there to remind me of
my
long
woolen
nose
So dry
To suffocate - I -
trapped in square argyle surfaces
© Christos P.R. Tsiailis
(22/07/96)
(22/07/96)
