THE STORY OF ME AND MY LIFE ENTRY SIX

23RD Feb, 1999 Hello, Abi,
Cherry

My Cistern Chapel

trying to write again
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Intruder

I am afraid and you are weak, never to be free

Burnt

I fall from grace at the whim of another's [with]dreams and wishes not my own, staying awake, no dreams of mine to dream, mornings rosy fingered dawn so dark blood red. morning light

Torture of Tears

Whose eyes?

Twisted Winds..

And i am here..yes it is i that has now so all at once returned here..here to this moss covered cottage of long long ago And sandblasted i am by all inward windstorms ever..

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