"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Poe.

Edgar Allen Poe,
writes tales of woe,
where spooky things
end up in walls,
or under floors.

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This was written a while ago (couple months), but I just found it, and thought it should be here.
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