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Author: brevis
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Reviews: 8 - Published: 04-10-06 - Updated: 04-10-06 - id:2150953

wax
doll
melting.

people;
skin and bone.
fragile minds tearing
and torn.

what exactly are the implications...?
oh
oh, now i understand; and
to make you say this i
am truly sorry.
but
i am getting tired of thinking
and i can't concentrate.
god i sound like a broken record.

you don't mean to tell me you've heard this before?

A/N: if i had to consider this something?
an odd sort of solioquy, i guess.



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