February 2011
15 posts
“They buy your dreams so they can sell your soul, is it any wonder we’ve...”
– Northern Star, Melanie C
“Uneven blades of grass sway,
as sunlight passes through,
flickering.”
– Naze Dzulkefli
“Photo frames and rusty chimes,
by the window, sit
as I await your call.”
– Naze Dzulkefli 