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The Goose Girl
Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.
Monday, January 25, 2010
again, rough without editing (No name)
I can choose to stand and fight
or run and hide
into the arms of self-destruction
There is no path without pain
no easy steps
through emotions of jagged rocks
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The Goose Girl
Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.
The Goose Girl
The Goose Girl
Telling my troubles to the horses head and whispering them to the stove.
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If you are eavesdropping by the iron stove
or standing in the shadows near Falada's severed head,
if you are reading these words
please leave a comment now and then.
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