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Without my Glasses (Free verse) by Niphredil

dark shadows, and streaks of white intertwined within; the peering streetlight reaches curiously through the window-shade, leaving little fingerprints.

Dovina 2-Oct-05/12:01 PM
Don't mind Zodiac, he's heat stricken over there in the Islamic sun. His grammar's gone kaput, and he thinks glasses will relieve his pain.

As for your poem, I'm having trouble with how glasses affect streaks of white that you see, and haw you could see it any better with glasses, looking through the windowshade.




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