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Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Sunglasses

staring out the window i can see the colors of the leaves change my heart beats fog gathers on the window with every breath the glass feels cool against my skin as i trace a picture in the fog from my memory a sun with a smile wearing a tie and glasses sunglasses to protect him from himself i would buy a pair of glasses but i always break them or lose them they never quite fit my face.