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Through the looking glass

Posted September 27th, 2009 by AgainstLight

Spiraling down, I am
weaved with red ribbons
stitched in, and quiet.

Everything is a weapon
with the right amount of force.

The rabbit-hole is deep,
its walls crawl
my skin shreds
and It waits for me
to hit the ground.

Natalia,

On September 27th, 2009 USI says:

I've been there many times before and you described it perfectly. It is a very quiet place... very lonely.
Cheer up! ;)
-=;eric;=-

Thanks Eric, but not to

On September 28th, 2009 AgainstLight says:

Thanks Eric, but not to worry! I wrote this in 2006.

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