Every one of us have lost a pencil as a child.I am searching for my pencil in these pages. Friend, you too can help.
Monday, 3 October 2011
Funeral
Last night, I saw a dream. I was at a funeral. Tombstone read; Tia's poem Born-1987 Died-when she grew up Everyone was appreciating me, for being mature at last.
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