We don't gather in these halls.
Little scraps of paper give destination and estimation of return.
From the way the wind hits the windows you might think this house alone.
But look at the walls
and remember that
for a moment
we were so picturesque.
Selective Narcoleptic
About Me
- Libby H
- I have the ability to see the broad and the narrow. I know all the lyrics to songs my parents knew and those of songs no one but I will ever hear but I can't tell you what's on the radio. I can remember the expressions on my friends faces but I'm suprised to find myself at the bottom of a set of stairs. I am a transparent eyeball. But with cataracts.
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