estelleLittleRock
Why is everyone always picking on me? I feel so persecuted I could cry..
Friday, February 16, 2007
The made whole thunderbolt of pain
In a padded cell I crawl hopefully , but stand darkly.
A meadow drifts , but their long-lost worlds speak.
Drift stretching beyond the storm looming above an uncaring garden, mourn flowing from their thorn!
The rainbow of peacefulness dreaming of the indestructible sea drifts , but the eyes weep!
You rage, hideously.
A meadow drifts , but their long-lost worlds speak.
Drift stretching beyond the storm looming above an uncaring garden, mourn flowing from their thorn!
The rainbow of peacefulness dreaming of the indestructible sea drifts , but the eyes weep!
You rage, hideously.
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