EmoticonA Poem by AnnabelleSeeing things past your computer monitor.You type in words of goodwill, dreams and hope. You put on a mask, transparent but keyed into semi reality. I am all right, you say. Trying (yet failing), You mask your anguish. How small a font size 6 cursor can cover the length of vertical tears streaming down; a waterfall encapsulated by an intangible emoticon. © 2012 AnnabelleAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAnnabelleSingaporeAboutWe are all born mad, some of us remain so. (In the process of writing drunk and editing sober) more..Writing
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