1/1/2008 I amI am
a lie, an empty shadow of unfulfilled promises, a legend passed down from so many mouths that the lips-- those crimson lips-- have so twisted the words that are me that I am not me anymore. I am the closet in the corner, full of shadows, enigma, danger. You creep over, afraid of what lies within. You fling open the door to find nothing. And your fears drift away, dandelion seeds in the wind, to root somewhere else. Comments are closed.
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