A chronicle of the misadventures of a would be writer

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Bangles




Pixie dust,
Dream debris,
Shards of hope
Molded in
Foolish optimism.
They prick,
they scratch:
I bleed.
I still wear them proudly
Jangling on my wrists
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