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night mares
By little butterfly
dark temptaions of the night
place a lilly at my feet
restrictions are placed
"dont speak"
"dont move"
"dont make a sound as i steal your life and sanity"
looking at my face in this mirror of diamonds and pearls
reflections of memories
cut though my flesh like broken glass
the world lays smashed on a broken silver platter
picking pieces up off the floor
broken arms soar ribs
It dosn't matter It dosn't count.....
life will be perfect in a barbie house
nightmares co-inside with reality
reality is the thing of nightmares
pick my body off the floor
wake me up bring me back
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Copyright 2005 SMURFS_ARE_ALIVE
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A former member wrote:
*shivers* your imagery placed me in the midst of this poem..excellent.
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