x_atticus (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} x_atticus) wrote,@ 2008-03-16 16:32:00 |
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phantom in progress
Johannesburg was what she called him because she could not remember his real name.
On the wall that is no longer there, he sat drawing from his imagination.
Leaving her circle of high school friends, she went up to the older college freshman.
Every boy in her eyes paled by comparison to him; and he could not care less.
Not every princess in her tower gets to find a trace of that fairy tale love:
Ending always in the same disheveled state; one alone, the other happily ever after.
