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It's amazing how clear things become, like waking up and realizing you have been asleep.
Monday, March 19, 2012
The dark and stormy night was her favorite part.
She stood in the rain like it was her job
In 4 inch platform heels.
Laughter echoed in her ears, but not her heart.
They never could reach her like they'd hoped.
She was a clever girl,
full of life and love for all who graced her bedroom.
Long walks on the shoreline in October did her good.
She loved the beach at night.
Would sink her toes into the cold sand in the darkness, entering the blackness as a friend.
She used to know so many things
Long forgotten from lack of use, or something.
She was so beautiful
We'll never have the answer to her soul.