06.08.08
Stayed up three quarters of the night
Drinking tea with lime
I couldn't see in the mirror
It was fogged and blurred my sight
My effigy looks back at me
with a solemn stare
but I can't clear it or endear it
I'm afraid I'll never be set free
Monday, August 10, 2009
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