being scorned and saved and slipping down the monotone tunnel all in the same breath...because i'm the poor man's princess...i'm the ice storm version of lady madonna...
i haven't got wrought iron fences around me, you just don't know how to work the latch...
i'm hanging on by a cable that's connected to nothing...
and everything...
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Writing by Marilyn Souza
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