Friday, May 15, 2009

IB Art walk

Mirror Mirror
Mirror Morrior on the wall
find me the answer of what I call
I see myself, soft and courteous
but through broken cracks, I feel lost and helplessness
smallest feelings make my cracks grow
on the other side I see my greatest foe
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