patricia schiavi


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  • Mary Mc Creath Mary Mc Creath (3/10/2012 9:59:00 AM)

    Lovely thoughts. True aloneness, never comes again, once this kind of love is known, unless I fele cut of from this love, and it is only a feeling of being cut off, for we never are.

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We Are Made Of Glass

I got your money, you cannot speak
I have your child, you have nothing
We are made of glass,
Call me pure
Do not call me arrogant,
We are the best
Our hands are smoothened by your gold.
We are made of glass
If you speak we will break,

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