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by Scott Nov 14, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
From time to time I see Myself Inside a fantasy Waiting upon a wooden shelf To escape reality Like plastic dolls that wait and wait for the one to take them home I sit here too, just waiting for my fate and the one to release my soul Trapped inside reality like a doll inside it's box I wait and wait in agony To release these golden locks I absorb the seconds as they tick and pass me by they slowly turn to minutes as i only wait to die...