Priscilla Kittie Kay Biography

Thoughts of dread,
Filled her head,
Denied of repair,
She walked in dispair,
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</>I wonder what it's like to be a ghost,
roaming secretly as everything fades,
watching as everything falls into place.
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Her heart,
It's like a porcelain doll,
Played with and played with,
'Til finally it breaks,
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Slowly falling to her knees,
She looks up through the trees,
She sees the stars,
And hears fast cars,
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</>In the summer rain, I'll wait for you
I'll wait for your smile, your face, and your touch
I'll wait for your scent in the fresh morning dew
Until the day when you find yourself once more
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