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scab-ridden sleepy eyed leperosy victim.
she had a beautiful smile, like a fairy princess in a pink dress.
her sorrow fell like a teardrop into my
heart. salty-stinging on a fresh wound.
we had a tea party, that last night. i remember it fairly well, though i do admit i may have passed out in the midst of all the 'drinking'.
she told me of the things that made her sick. she and i share a similar illness.
we bid fare the well and spent our holidays in painfully silent, slow motion meandering from room to room, arranging our final days and what they would appear to represent to the discoverer of endings, would she tell me stories filled with meaning? or would she cut my wings off with the cool clinical detachment of a professional angel killer? either way, it would say all the things that i myself could not, aloud anyway, explained in a plain and obvious manner.
she had a beautiful smile, like a fairy princess in a pink dress.
her sorrow fell like a teardrop into my
heart. salty-stinging on a fresh wound.
we had a tea party, that last night. i remember it fairly well, though i do admit i may have passed out in the midst of all the 'drinking'.
she told me of the things that made her sick. she and i share a similar illness.
we bid fare the well and spent our holidays in painfully silent, slow motion meandering from room to room, arranging our final days and what they would appear to represent to the discoverer of endings, would she tell me stories filled with meaning? or would she cut my wings off with the cool clinical detachment of a professional angel killer? either way, it would say all the things that i myself could not, aloud anyway, explained in a plain and obvious manner.