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 Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:29 pm
In my room I lay
My wolf has gone to play
At a place called work
I curl up in a ball
All alone in my room
For I forever have
Locked myself away
Only to see his eyes
Only the one I love
Shall see my face
I whimper softly
As I await his return
For even though
The house is full
I am locked away
All alone
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:08 pm
I see, describing the inner fears of solitude
perhaps fear of the cold, the silence in your mind
that is replaced by the questions?
the persicutions your mind gives you as you sit to think.
the fear disquised as sadness, sadness disquised as fear?
good work, mew... sounds good
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 12:27 pm
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