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Firedell

Member since 2003 · Posted 27 Dec 2004 · 1 comment

There's a very special place inside of my head That I visit whenever I lie in my bed. In it I am light as a feather and stiff as a board. I am queen, peasant, lady and lord. The grass seems greener the sky more blue. Every creature and being has a slightly brighter hue. No one else can come to my place but I am not lonely For I am the one who created it for me and me only.

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[7] Dovina 27-Dec-04/2:31 PM Reply
Pleasant dreams.