duminică, 22 martie 2009

alike self-portrait in a convex mirror

I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free.
Elsewhere we are sitting in a room where no candlelight burns.
It dimms the light down, a little at a time.
Waiting for someone to come.
No words are spoken.
This should be all..

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