Thursday, January 20, 2011





I'm not one much for ballads, but the darkness of this song struck a chord with me.

What am I, if not something beautiful to behold, to possess, to conquer, and then to discard idly once my use has run out?  Not a person with a name, with my own thoughts and dreams, just a wild rose waiting to be plucked...

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