The Mourning Sun
The Mourning Sun
Her toothbrush in its holder
Never seen out of place,
With head facing East
To meet the mourning sun.
Her favourite dress in her wardrobe
Silky, purple, good as new,
It hangs between the blue top, and black skirt
With creases slowly forming.
Her makeup sits on the table
Powders spilled here and there
From her workday ( Read more... )
Her toothbrush in its holder
Never seen out of place,
With head facing East
To meet the mourning sun.
Her favourite dress in her wardrobe
Silky, purple, good as new,
It hangs between the blue top, and black skirt
With creases slowly forming.
Her makeup sits on the table
Powders spilled here and there
From her workday ( Read more... )
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This is GORGEOUS and oh so HEARTBREAKING. D:
I LOVE IT.
I LOVE YOU.
<3
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BUT I LOVE YOU TOOOOOOOOOO!
Georgia xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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