Wednesday, March 14, 2012

W H I T E.

white.

story beginning 1
W H I T E.

My heart is as pure as an all white room

As neat as a freshly ironed button down

As refreshing as the first snow

As mysterious as an unopened door.



My heart is as empty as an all white room

As stiff as a freshly ironed button down

As sharply cold as the first snow

As closed as an unopened door.

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