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| 17 Sep 2014 04:11 PM |
A winter's day In a deep and dark December I am alone Gazing from my window To the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
I am a rock I am an iiiiisland
I've built walls A fortress steep and mighty That none may penetrate I have no need of friendship Friendship causes pain It's laughter and it's loving I disdain,
I am a rock I am an iiiisland
Don't talk of love Well I've heard the word before It's sleeping in my memory I won't disturb the slumber Of feelings that have died If I never loved, I never would have cried
I am a rock I am an iiiiisland
I have my books And my poetry to protect me I am shielded in my armor Hiding in my room Safe within my womb I touch no one, and no one touches me
I am a rock I am an iiiiisland
And a rock feels no pain And an island never cries
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BeIiaI
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Wobull
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| 17 Sep 2014 04:21 PM |
| your books and poetry protect you, but how did they get inside your womb? |
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MANTIS21
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