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He called me out He found me And asked me words I never heard before I see through my dreams now No reason for my vision to be clouded now For I ..

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. -Edgar Allen Poe The Doll, her cloak, and her mask The doll looked about it. Before it..

The Small Girl The girl look up from her leather bound book and eyed warily the wooden puppets and made-up dolls around her. Quickly she felt..

The Doll’s Grand Ball Tonight was the night of the grand ball and all the doll’s friends were going. They called and they called but..

The Maid She strode up to the doorway of the Blue Room tiredly. It was late, very late and yet as she had known, there were still many there. In ..

The Doll’s Dance The doll strode into the ball to meet with Silence for the Master always wished her well and this reassurance would su..

Mia Cien There once was a girl who lived in a province called The Gossips’ Archer. It was called this because it was said that anyone who w..

The Doll’s Ball She danced and danced as half the crowd laughed. She called and shouted as half the crowd frowned. She could care more ..

Years of love have been forgot in the hatred of a minute Oh she was a bold one to hide in plain sight. No one saw her for days. There were..