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that little place in the sky between the clouds
Some blue is peeking through
cotton
like my moms old robe just before she burned it
dont know why, stained perhaps like her love for Dad
worn out and no longer needed
used, and loved while it lasted
a room with your every desire but no escape
I cant hide anymore, desires find me anyway
Locked in this red walled home I made
I love this place, but it hates me being here
I created my own hell...and its fully furnished
Last edited by tecoyah; 08-13-2007 at 06:46 PM..
Reason: Automerged Doublepost
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