Tell me tall tales of lost times and remind me what it is I am again,
cloaked in quiet aggravation and loud passion, trailing off the edge.
So much lost time, wasted.
Tiger lilies and pillow fairies
Liking, being, wanting.
Always listening.
Im a girl at war with herself.
Flailing, tired and trying to follow.
Always dreaming but Always listening.
Unaware of what was underneath but to afraid to pull away the vale.
Cautious.
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