i can see trinkets in the moon light wave across a vanilla sky
they shimmer like film on a silver screen
the passionate fire of my candle burns to the wick
and darkness consumes me like the pain of chapped lips
i swear to this day i would never be here again
in this chamber of my mind
i feel so unclean that the fairest soap will not clens me
my knees shake within my knickers
my youth is gone and my life is just begining
a push, a thrust to the new me





It's kind of like silly putty, you can make it into whatever you want 
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