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Please, don't wake me from this dream just yet,
Like a fairy tale,
This solitary world,
of untouched silence,
and soft white,
i stand alone admist it,
the only sound that can be heard,
is that of the stars,
the ones that fall around me,
whispering like rain,
their gentle light,
Reflecting in the crystal eyes of a broken doll,
Slowly i lift my hands to my face,
small,
frail,
pale,
and thin,
Delicate trails of blue run across,
the essance of life flowing withing,
lightly lifitng a finger,
i trace elagent dancing patterns across the palm of my hand,
A feeling, like the kiss of butterfly wings,
trickling through my translucent skin
watching,
silently,
tilting my head curiouslyto the side,
my soft pink lips begin to part,
the dim life inside me slipping gently between the cracks,
my cool eyes soften,
a look of something hurt,
something torn and lonely,
creeping slowly slowly across this lost face,
Words escape me,
the silent whisper stolen away by the icy wind,
snatched up,
and carried someplace distant,
maybe to your closed off heart,
these hands..
these cold frail empty hands..
my hands..
are meant to be held...
to be held and never let go..
Please, don't wake me from this dream just yet
I have yet to find my wings paper wings.