littleinvitro
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cute, sweet, tender, but biting when needed
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Post by littleinvitro on Jul 20, 2008 11:59:50 GMT -5
Slow I think about my place and wonder bout the human race with nothing but the time I'm forced to bare this awful dreadful curse.
That a normal life seems never near I scream it seems but none can hear But though transformed within me still my heart, my hopes, my living will.
A small sharp spark of whom I am I still protect as a pilot flame against quenching spirits immortal dam Til that true One Hope I will the same
Is there one whom I've never told willing to bare my fragile truth A protector whom to guard my heart and will feed the spark to passions fire
No white knights on charging steeds No playboy continental needs No friend so close with a same sad song The one that knows will mystery be as much to him as he is to me
The wisdom found I decades part to know one whom would guard my heart and gentle strong will he embrace my fragile frame to kiss my face
my true One Hope will at last restore those things in me I've had before to free me from my frozen place to win again my human race.
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