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Frozen
September 21, 2002

Isolated, withdrawn and aching
With sore eyes to help me through the shaking
Been searching the stars for an answer,
For some way to love you, little dancer

Running from my fears
Blind-folded and ecstatic
Spontaneously yet panicked
Amidst a blurry dream
Far from where I may seem

Frozen is the way to my heart
Reading books
I can't read
Saying words
I don't understand
Won't you come and melt me?

See the rain splash
And I stare
Searching the stains
On a plane to nowhere