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by :: angelus . noir (5/9/05)
beta :: naomi
poor little thing, so lost, so alone.
( don't cry small one ) love in your
hands, hearts scattered about, tattered
under your feet - ( scarlet ribbons of velvet )
you wrap it around your wrist ( your pathetic
tourniquet ) as you fall from the window
and onto the emerald ground. you
wished you could fly.