What If She Leaves?i heard a footstep falling on the floorboards set above me the unrelenting creak pounding against tired ear drumsWhat If She Leaves?
i asked her once before she burrowed into my cheap pillowcase hiding from the need to answer hiding from the idea id shown her twirling words between non-existent fingers the baton id never twirled in front of bored and passive people
what if she leaves?
the rattle of small feet as they paced about cramped rooms
id seen her life falling into a patented sort of limbo as i watched through the ceiling prev
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you can never get blood on your light saber
thats duck for I love you
how wondrous
weewee
love,
Haleyduck
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weeoooweee.
this is not of neccesity a bad thing.
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(sic)
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i had seven faces
thought i knew which one to wear
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figments, fractions, facades...linked in such a way as to create and display that which i am today.
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