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Nov 2012
Teddy bear, close too my flat chest
no hope of a pulse left.
Love tears and sighs....
Without purpose or reason
just a changing season
my breath is life.
Innocence leaves me
while knowledge lures
a curious cat.
There's static in the Attic,
loop in my head
traveler from afar.

It's the growing pains of Life,
and I'm stretch too thin.
wandabitch
Written by
wandabitch  Promethea
(Promethea)   
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