Poetry from experience. Tales of love and pain and loss. This blog is the heart centre of 20 year old Lexy, who likes to spill words to page like a painter spills paint to canvas (she does that as well).
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Shoot me in Federation Square
Charlie.
It's 6pm.
There are arrows in the ceiling.
Read me a fairy tale, Charlie.
One to send me to sleep.
Charlie.
Tell me a story, a fable.
Lie to me, Charlie.
Sing me a song.
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