Poem by L.E. Aleman
It must be in the air.... I too have been puzzling what to do with my own millions of scribbled and scribed pages of all the layers of me that I have tried to wipe off myself through volumes of paper.
It must be in the air.... I too have been puzzling what to do with my own millions of scribbled and scribed pages of all the layers of me that I have tried to wipe off myself through volumes of paper.