Looking back,
Through dusty spyglass,
I see the places,
The places past,
Peaking back,
Through the wrong lens,
Giants are reduced to men,
We have not changed,
Just in our face,
The creases in the mirror,
Tell us we have aged
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- 2008-03-01 @ 20:44:24
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neonmeatdreams
- 2008-03-03 @ 13:09:40
Hi,
Yeah I did, thanks very much for the comment
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Did you write all these poems yourself? They're really beautiful.
Sophie
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