Scarred Mirrors (3)
We lie in the open air of the world.
Your gestures: a wind among the winds.
In your eyes: water.
They keep my image captive.
Raquel Angel Nagler
Submitted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013
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