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she always was great

I have an odd ability to know a tragedy when I see one at its beginning sweet and gentle but inevi..

Scarred legs, pale skin chipped polish on yellowed nails A dagger sharp gaze now blunt, bloodied, bl..

I watch her cryinto her sleepwashing clothes withholesin the creeksweeping unused roomsunwalked floorsand waiting forunopened doors

her hands had never been delicate bone and muscle sandpaper skin pretty eyes, expressive eyes but ne..

the ice took his life.

she could be who i was.

"That cloud looks like a cookie!"

all it takes is a spark to light the fire. and the wind, water, or time to blow it out.

he saw suffering, that he had never before cared to notice.