Friday, February 17, 2012

I tugged absently at my mind and out came this sentence(s).

Look at me with a look that says, here. Take me as I am. Take me as I appear in the reflection in the rain soaked train window, and on paper, the faceless heroine tangled up in her own locks that mimic the path of tree branches, seeping across the backs of my lids when I close my eyes but then what you see is nothing at all.

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