10.26.2009

short nameless poem

Lost in a cube,

An exorable mist.

Waiting for the cloud to crumble,

But scared of the risk.

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2 comments:

  1. CJ10/26/09, 7:04 PM

    This has the potential to be super deep.

    It's pretty interpretive.

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  2. Leona10/26/09, 7:34 PM

    :) thx

    i like it...

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