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 Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 8:40 am
 This is the space where Kirche spends most of her time writing poetry and day-dreaming. She keeps a crib in the corner of the room and no one knows why...
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 9:15 pm
Sitting on her bed she pulls out her notepad and pen and begins to write
"Alone in this room,
Feeling like a fool.
In the corner it sits
Empty and cruel.
A feeling that I
Shall never achieve
No tear I can cry
As I silently grieve.
A dream in my heart
So near and yet far
I'll sit here and wish
Upon every bright star.
For all I can do
Is hope, wish and dream.
That one day, just maybe...
Though hopeless it seems..."
She closes the notebook and holds it against her chest as she bites her lip and closes her eyes...
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