Monthly Archives: December 2006

. . .

balanced in the window sill
on this edge of the world
raining from my eyes again
an awkward little girl

birds like omens fly like voices
carried on the wind
whispering that everything
is exactly as it is

the tourists don’t know better
than to pray that i won’t trip
but if you look a little closer
a smile hangs on these lips

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