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By Galadrial Date: 2003 Jan 24 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.24.06.01.14832]] |
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Blame me for the piss elegant name, paired with ways that ape the gentle folk. They expect Anastastia, and even if they suspect a pretender they'll grudge respect on the grounds that just maybe you're some damned princess after all. And when I say that maybe the simple kind are the most complex of all, they look at me funny like, and add a step to what alreadys keeps us apart. Blame me for the silly crazy quilt rag tag rag bag revenant of a heart, sturdy denim cheek and jowl with muslin, bits of satin, hints of silk, and no damned sense at all to how the stitching is done. The seams show, the edges always fray, and in places it is badly stuffed where there is nothing filling it at all. Blame me for the hunger, always feast or famine, taught by time to live on thin gruel, telling myself time and again that rich warm food is best untouched, even untasted--- because you don't get as hungry if you never knew a full belly in the heart, and times flow to lean. No grande dame at this address--- just basic woman born to own a heart made of homespun and a head full of wistful dreams. |