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Tuesday, January 17, 2012


She hopscotched through the strings
frolicked through the feathers
as she lived on in her daydreams
delighted, yet frightened
for the thought that she could obtain things
she will never have.
she could be
someone she would never be
cradled by a blanket of hope,
its fibers trying to stay close together as to protect
her from falling through its cracks.
she could be
loved by hate itself
hated by lovers
As she awakens, she can only stare at the dreamcatcher's centre
wondering exactly why it looks so much like a web
and wondering if she has been trapped
like an unknowning moth
and would be wrapped up tightly in a cocoon
with no way to escape



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