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NICCI
04 December 2007 @ 01:21 am
i am a ghost at beck and call. i leave no tracks, i have no fingerprints. i am sewn, skin and bone, empty and hollow. i am a voodoo doll. i am a patchwork baby, i am your fantasy. i can be what you want, i can be what you fear. a hidden soundtrack playing in your ear. i know your past, and my eyes are cobweb-clouded with the future. these old hands aren't what they used to be. but they will make you ache, because they are good for nothing else. i am a boy who does not exist.