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The Baby in the Playpen
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The Baby in the Playpen |
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playing.with.crayons Member
since 2006-01-02
Posts 362Neverland 
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Sweep and search! Sweep and search! The baby's in the playpen and she wants out. Her hands are creased and dry now. and skin no longer smooth Fine lines of fallen years pressed tight against her skin. Eyes are dark and clouded now no longer what they were Now eaten by nasty fog he doesn't care for manners at all. She stares out over falling crystals gracing hilltops and the like. Ice flakes drop into her searching, dying hands and nothing melts at all. She sits within a body heavy with discarded wrappers of yesteryear. She thought she was safe in there. Inside her head is a baby in a playpen and she wants OUT |
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