This is my resolution for 2011 - to post a poem on here every day. I'm not saying it's the next Shakespeare. It's just me.
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Tuesday, 28 June 2011
Skin itches with the looks of that scathing gaze.
Her mouth curled in to a tight lipped smug smile but of course, moves when she whispers.
Always aware of her sitting there with the scathing glare and that god damn perfect hair.