I pace the fence line measuring the cracksand crevices with my eyes"a voyeur!" the old man said"a voyeur and a poker we have here!"it's gray and sun f..
even the white lighterdenies me.your filters destroyed byalcohol.the whitebutterflylike afriend oncesaid meantluck.why should i hide?purpose is a frau..
i like this poetrythis talking to myselfit's as familiar as wanting to be seenbut being afraid to showearlier,my therapist calledwanting to know how t..
Dear Page,I wish you could talk to mewhen I wrote on youthat you could give me theanswers to all the questionsI have tried desperately toseek hereon y..