Dec 07, 2010 16:12
I had a dream, that I was back there. In the greenhouse. And all there was were me, and the dolls, and the birds. Everything was silent and grey. I couldn't sing. Even if I did, there was no-one there to hear me.
When I woke up, my body felt so cold.
the caged bird sings,
a sky made of bars,
sad little flower
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