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