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By Galadrial Date: 2002 Mar 02 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.02.11.28.2595]] |
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I daydream about laying the blade the shears to this bit of hair--- it lays on my breasts like a sleeping child, trusting with no concept that I would slice it short and leave it a chestnut mess at my feet. I thought it a tender snare but instead I am entangled in it. NO crowning glory--- just a chain used by more than one to tie me to a dream and when I objected tha answer was that if I did not wish to be tied, why do I keep chains where they are in easy reach? |