Where the Gingerbread Girl publishes poetry and other creative writing in addition to recording the progress of whatever project she happens to be working on at the time.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
The other side of the glass
At four in the morning The shadow people move On the other side of the glass.
They mop. And the water on the floor Shines in the light of a single bulb.
It is a lonely occupation For the benefit of those Still sleeping.
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