In the road
Yellow lines
Double to single
Face the line
shoe lost, clothes gone
tubes in
flat on the board
dreaming, dreaming of a place
Asphalt peices, lodged in what is left of my face
The mirror always lied to me
I laugh
I cry
over the road rash that scars my
face
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The fey wonders of the world only exist while there are those with the sight to see them. Charles de Lint
About Me
- Faerynight
- I am a force of nature that never really touches the ground and is quite excited by being right there!
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