Barb Wire

Twisted and tormented
                        You keep things in, you keep things out
                                       A guardian, a jailer
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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December 27, 2010 at 7:03 AM
When we face the jailer we find it is just we. That is very curious how can that ever be. The battle with the mirror we find it never ends. However you and that image surely can be friends.
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