Poems
A place for thoughts that I won't ever explain.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Air
The cold air flew through his hair
Making his way through the buildings
Inhaling and exhaling
Wandering without a care
Dimness filled the streets
Artificial light filled the air
It's blinding
So very blinding
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