because the darkness is passing and the true light is already shining - 1 john 2.8
Friday, August 21, 2009
homeless city
she sees poetry in the profanities of these grungy concrete cubes her eyes so wide as she wanders, weaving between furrowed brows, catching glimpses of their stories. so wide the dirt catches in the white of her flinching gaze.
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