the lost children
I prefer the greedy girls
the lost children
who have forgotten not
how to play
or pray
or
may
be
they have
but they're good at pretending otherwise
—
Sometimes I see my words as sharp, covered in jagged edges, a sweet, warm and jagged pill.
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D'jaevle, Unfinished
December 10th, 2007 at 2:11 pm
Delicious to hear you reading this one! Thank you ~ it was lovely just on the page.. but spoken.. takes on a more visceral meaning.
As always, your voice is wonderfully ~ everything!