Soft Shell
Unfestered innocence;childlike naivity;Suddenly,sent back into the pastorinto myself...to a girl I once wasor the new girl I am to be;Not much different,but not much the same;Maybe, caught somewhere in between;Wander amoung the fibers of my web--that chaotic truth threshhold which I weave.My clumsily, well-constructed, emotional labyrinth;a mesh of fear and doubtof confusion; pain; and at the same timewondrous curiosity.Can it be scraped from the corners;blown dust into oblivionor is it part of a metamorphosisI must complete?December 15, 1997
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