No mirrors for me. No thank you.
I'd rather see my reflection
in they eyes of a friend.
True beauty staring back at me.
#poetweet
Day 131
Saturday, April 10, 2010
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- TaunaLen
- I am a lover of words, a gatherer of phrases, a reader of pages and a communicator of thoughts. I am absolutely amazed at the power, and beauty of words. I love to write, to read, and to talk.
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