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Frosted Flame

There is a dusty shelf, forgotten in the back That is where I sit. Forgotten in my box. Someone holds the key, forgotten in their hand. Are you looking for me? Have you found my key? There is a dusty shelf, forgotten in your mind. That is where I cry. Locked up without a key. -C.A.

The Voices in my Head

  • Bitchy Baker
  • I will call him mine own

Monday, July 23, 2007

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