Mar 18, 2004 00:22
I have these visions of peeling all my skin off.. and slipping new skin on..
I need new skin... i need everything to be different. and new.. I hate being old and worn out.. being the ragdoll praying for light.
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Hand to Hand.
Back and forth.
I've been inside.
I've had no choice.
Ragdoll praying for light.
The restless spirit of a child.
I WAS A GEM
Now a void.
The a glimmer.
Then a hope.
The sunlight blinds the beaded eyes.
Summer's snow falls in clumps.
Dust flies.
At least they remember...
At least I am free..
Pull me out leg first..
Apendeges dangling
Companionship smashed..
While you had newer dolls......
The moths snacked!!
~jeannette