foxinsnow's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the twin (short poem) I met the girl who was my wicked witch Cursed by her, I met the girls who were of sunshine-- one by one, they mocked me I met the girl who was my comfort I met another girl of sunshine, I mocked her I met a girl from my ancient land, she doesn�t call me anymore I met the girls who live in New York with their cameras and easels and millions of men, they embraced me one by one, I fled from them I met the girl who was my demon, growing inside me so her words seemed to come from my soul she beat me down and scared me and I came back to her she took my lover, or so I thought (he would not have her) we both lived in twilight sleep, she and I groaning at the morning sun counting the stars at night yes, she was magical, she taught my heart to break but I had to betray her now I am twice cursed So I met the girl who loves me she has no imagination I met the girl who holds fire She gave me another eye to see with� I did not want it I met my sister in Christ she preaches too much. And finally, I meet my Mother I scream at Her� She groans in twilight sleep not knowing how my twin just would not do 11:55 p.m. - 2004-02-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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