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The Puppet Girl, Part 3And the girl sat him upon the shelf Beside the puppet belle. But as the puppet boy asked for her name She had no name to tell.The Puppet Girl, Part 3
He said, "You surely have a name, Although you may not know. How can one go through her life Without a name bestowed?"
The puppet girl said to the boy, "I've never need of a name Since I've spent all my life on a shelf You either, just the same."
The puppet boy said, "That's absurd." He could never comprehend How the beautiful young puppet girl Had never had a friend.
So hastily, he racked his br
Razorblade DementureRAZORBLADE DEMENTURERazorblade Dementure
A ribbon of red begins to seep into the realm of endless sleep Where we, in-sanity, fall so deep Inside our own.
An unmarked package to the dead crossed the path written in red When black ink tears to the parchment we shed For our own.
The lost in the found, the blind meant to see What a beautiful picture you've instilled in me A cliché disaster, when the soul inches out Of your heart. It's your heart.
So believe it or not, what havoc we've wrought Compares so to the blood on the wrist of that mysterious girl Bel
The Puppet Girl, Part 2Somewhere, a little puppet boy Sat idly on a shelf Not knowing that our puppet girl Was so lonely by herself.The Puppet Girl, Part 2
He, too, lived life held by a thread His eyes had many secrets seen But when his home had found him dead, Older, more unclean,
Our lonesome puppet boy, he left His little modest home In search of one he'd never leave, Of one to call his own.
Until a loving, though lonely girl Wondered why he was abroad And why no one loved the puppet boy By which the girl was awed.
The puppet boy spoke carefully As not to b
The Puppet Girl, Part 1The strings that hold the paper arms Of the lonesome puppet girl Strangle any freedom chance To go and roam the world.The Puppet Girl, Part 1
Her face, drawn to solemn colors Forever stays in misery's place Her eyes, sorrowful, mournfully dark, Which never of happiness holds a trace
The world of our poor puppet girl Is seen but from a shelf And as she rests, hostage of her binds, She whispers to herself,
"I see things no one's meant to see, I know what none should know. Yet what bedroom secrets there may be, Outside, they may never show."
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"Before you criticize a man, walk a mile in his shoes. That way, if he gets angry, he's a mile away and barefoot."
im bored
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the candy closet hides the chocolate nothing and i have the key
WHAT DOES IT MEAN!!??!!??
The week went by fast.
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"Before you criticize a man, walk a mile in his shoes. That way, if he gets angry, he's a mile away and barefoot."
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When u ask: "Do u know Indonesia?" 11 out of 10 people will say "No"
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"Before you criticize a man, walk a mile in his shoes. That way, if he gets angry, he's a mile away and barefoot."
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That's what she said.
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"Before you criticize a man, walk a mile in his shoes. That way, if he gets angry, he's a mile away and barefoot."
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That's what she said.
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"Before you criticize a man, walk a mile in his shoes. That way, if he gets angry, he's a mile away and barefoot."
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