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By MorrighanPoe SILVER
Crystal, Minnesota

Like little birds with oily feathers, They hop and fly and strut, But, locked tightly by my heavy eyelids, Their cage remains shut. They flit and flap in agitation, Freedom!...
MorrighanPoe SILVER, Crystal, Minnesota
6 articles 0 photos 10 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Of course you are...I understand perfectly [that you're in love with me], because I'm in love with myself.The fact that I'm not transfixed in front of the nearest mirror takes a great deal of self-control." -Lestat de Lioncourt


sarahhh1199 BRONZE, Mequon, Wisconsin
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Poetry
By MorrighanPoe SILVER
Crystal, Minnesota
MorrighanPoe SILVER, Crystal, Minnesota
6 articles 0 photos 10 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Of course you are...I understand perfectly [that you're in love with me], because I'm in love with myself.The fact that I'm not transfixed in front of the nearest mirror takes a great deal of self-control." -Lestat de Lioncourt

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By emilymurphy BRONZE
Fairfield, Connecticut
emilymurphy BRONZE, Fairfield, Connecticut
4 articles 9 photos 3 comments
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By gurdy SILVER
Richfield, Utah
gurdy SILVER, Richfield, Utah
6 articles 0 photos 2 comments
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By Pantophobia SILVER
Stoutsville, Ohio
Pantophobia SILVER, Stoutsville, Ohio
8 articles 6 photos 3 comments
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By JeannineB BRONZE
Wauwatosa, Wisconsin
JeannineB BRONZE, Wauwatosa, Wisconsin
3 articles 0 photos 4 comments
JePeutVousVoir GOLD, Danville, Virginia
17 articles 0 photos 14 comments

Favorite Quote:
when love begins to sicken and decay. It useth and enforced ceremony.

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By museums.and.more SILVER
Belmont, Massachusetts
museums.and.more SILVER, Belmont, Massachusetts
9 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&quot;What I want back is what I was<br /> Before the bed, before the knife,<br /> Before the brooch-pin and the salve<br /> Fixed me in this parenthesis;<br /> Horses fluent in the wind,<br /> A place, a time gone out of mind.&quot;<br /> <br /> -from &quot;The Eye-Mote&quot; by Sylvia Plath.