Friday, December 13, 2013


I am cold and silent.
When I was a child, I was never told of my own existence.
Makes me sad... In a sweet way, like chocolate, the color purple and long eyelashes.
In the days of old, that I've been so facinated about,
I could be a fellon.
But that's alright, things change.

I get my words mixed up.
I keep things in my pockets. I like cold metal, when it's warm out.
I'm a dandy head case. 

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