Look At Me
By thespin
A merry-go-round of whispers and lies. A thousands hello's and a million good-byes. Tissues and muscles turning to stone. Faces...faces...all alone. A line. A mark. Some light, some dark. They have all left their mark. Beacons. Shinning. Blue, brown, and green. What have they witnessed? What have they seen? Open caverns echoing-spouting. Spawning. Whispering. Shouting. Smile. Laugh. Shed a tear. Can't you see? I am here. I am here. Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 17 2001 11:06 PM PST 0 • 1
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"A merry-go-round of whispers and lies...."