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By Galadrial Date: 2001 Dec 16 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.16.11.20.4721]] |
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Who are you, he asked his voice wondering and i could hear the dazzled, and he could not hear the sigh from my end. Another one ready to be amazed, only I am not Salome, or Deliah, and I am not hunting scalps or notches and I'm not trying to be a fantasy and I am no pole sitter for the delight of the crowd, asking alms for living. You want me to piece together the sum total of a life, tiny bits and colors and dreams and hand you a miniature that will tell you all you need to know when I feel the half love has begun, and it would not matter to you that I had bodies in my basement, bats in my belfry, or a whole lot of broken toys in my attic, because you have all ready decided what I am, and what I can be, when you had no idea of the sort of woman I am, and had never seen more then the glimpses I bled prettily to paper. |