Sunday, 1 February 2009

My brains are washed
my head throbbing
spinning what is happening
I look for a chance to
escape
The telephone rings
but I ignore it and
take a  moment
for myself
The blizzard continues
I run in the snow catching
fluffy snow flakes with my
tongue  watching it melt in  my hair
I become a child of ten years
old

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