Cracked GlassA Poem by Elizabethcracked glass click clack heels pass doorways perfect echo perfect girl catwalk hallways heads turn they stop they stare they wish they don’t dare to ask why the shaded eyes? painted face made of glass swishing skirt pouting lips perfect thighs click clack cracked glass © 2010 ElizabethReviews
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22 Reviews Added on August 5, 2010 Last Updated on August 7, 2010 AuthorElizabethWonderland, TNAboutI am Alice through the looking glass...I mix my metaphors with barbiturates. I take my mania with a glass of milk and I rarely look before crossing the street. Walk a mile in my mary janes, friend. .. more..Writing
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