The fierce wind blows,
Rattling the frame of the window.
As I hear the door close,
I know you’re leaving
Me
To find yourself.
As I hear the door close,
I know you’re leaving
Me
To find yourself.
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About Me: I'm a theatre major working towards Broadway. My goal is to be stage managing there by the time I'm thirty. I write when the urge strikes, which is becoming increasingly rare.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
posted by Jill at 1:48 AM
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1 Comments:
Short but powerful!