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Sleepless Nights Drifting In and Out and I realize that I've Lost myself Inside This house My home with Glass walls and darkened windows Ne'er letting the light in Trying to find an escape and In This dreamlike State I find myself walking Through the halls I once knew My feet Throb from the tingling sensation of numbness that only the Cold Glass floor can bring My Nightdress ghost like in appearence flutters in the wind as glacial temperatures drop and My breath becoming visible like tufts of Clouds Eerie it seems that no one can hear my cries and the walls White as Angel Wings Glow in the Darkness of the midst of this confusion And TIME SEEMS To Crawl To CRAWL TO CRAWL Drowsily I continue my quest Almost Methodical In my Deliberation To seek out the mythical creature that once was Laura Amidst the moment before I was.... something... something to behold FULL of FEROCITY and LIFE and Now Shivering in the dark of night in my neglicee Spellbound Searching for who I have become chasing the bunny through the rabbit hole peering around the corner only to have gotten Lost further in this maze Glass Houses were meant to be brought down

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 7/27/2009 7:42:00 PM
yes many women wifes and mothers feel this way. I wrote Preciuos Fare to my ex he didn't get it. Light & Love...the tumble of words added to the Alice like fall ;)
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Date: 11/26/2008 8:14:00 PM
Well, I hope that that glass house, will someday soon come shattering down, dear lady! Again, as I afore said, I truly love your layout, and, your depth! It is so amazing really~how wonderfully beautiful a gifted writer can truly be! It is a joy indeed, to say the very least~to find such rare writers as these!~Once more, one more, "Love, John!"~
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