Saturday, January 15, 2011

Shingles And Colouring Hair

juggling

I juggle with words. Let it swirl around and dance like a snake in front of the summoner.
But sometimes I wish that all the question marks that I throw into the air, come back as an exclamation mark to me. With a brilliant clarity that I get not even seen through a cleaned glasses with brand new glasses.

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