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March 04, 2005
For Want
I am Rapunzel in her tower of solitude and won't let down my hair. Stand at the door and listen to me, for wisdom of the ages spills from my lips as lies from the beggars: "Yes, I have no prospects or future, so throw me some coin, fair stranger."
Love is far from being a many-splendind thing. No. It's a selfish thing, to want. And, imprisoned as I am, all I have is want. Selfish me.
Posted by requiem at March 4, 2005 12:31 AM
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