White
although my eyes were open wide they might just as well been closed
The white page stares at me, unmarred by a single letter. I want my words to dance across it but they falter. It's not a matter of what to write, it's the how to that halts their steps.
The white page stares at me, unmarred by a single letter. I want my words to dance across it but they falter. It's not a matter of what to write, it's the how to that halts their steps.
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Posted by RevrendZ - 4/22/2005 01:50:00 PM
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