Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Voice ward

Into.

Crawling by

faces that simper,

music of countries,

voices painted

in erratic stripes


by many and lonely

by those and known

in a box of voices

held by perspective

into, crawling by


Shringi

December 22, 2010

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