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By Misti Date: 2004 Nov 13 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.13.18.13.8268]] |
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crazed from one cage too many I tell you no bars no boxes no neat and tidy compartments to molt in darling I would rather die flying into a wind I cannot comprehend I may end up dead in my prime way before my time before the grime claims what is left of my purity I am fine with obscurity poverty counting pennies when there isn't any gas in the tank or Benjamins in the bank you thank the Goddess for me everyday you say we've come a long way but before we shop for rings and a cake and take it sky high saying Until I Die You Get My Bones, Baby maybe you should know I'm always going to be the wild woman you fell for before I was free. |