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Wednesday, December 16, 2009

.Mirrors In My Hair.

When I was
born
they wanted me
to remember
who I was
Always
so
they put
mirrors in my hair
so
now
every time I think
I am looking
up
I am actually
looking
down.

1 comment:

  1. I really dig this poem. Simple. Brilliant concept. Thanks for posting it.

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