5 de janeiro de 2010

stand there quiet for a moment

Do you remember my sister? How many mistakes did she make with those never
blinking eyes? I couldn't work it out. I swear she could read your mind, your
life, the depths of your soul at one glance. Maybe she was stripping herself
away, saying

Here I am, this is me
I am yours and everything about me, everything you see...
If only you look hard enough
I never could.

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