My name is Kiran,
I define nothing.
not beauty,
not patriotism,
not love,
not friendship,
not youth.
In the form of singularity and awkwardness..
I take each thing as it is,
without prior rules about what it should be.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Dare to be one of us, girl
My hands smell like someone.
My fingers tingle, and my breath sighs in shades of gray.
2 comments:
Quatrains four the win ;}
Do you have AIM, or a more efficient method for communicating about "Ants"?
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