thru d blu

Jun 19, 2007 01:50

thru d blu
u see me
thru d gr33n
u see st4rz
thru d nite
u see rain
thru whIte
u see pale

pale reflection in the mirror
is the ghost of an illusion of a smithed
wrought iron
no knowing where the rowing
leads to showing
who u b

net language poem

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