Abby Smith, 26 june 2012
cold rays of sun don't hit your face as you run towards the ticking
(--ticking, tick tick tick tick that maddening sound--)
and then you embrace her, her beautiful pale skin and long locks of flaxen wheat hair and eyes too blue
(--tickticktick, she whispers and she's too perfect--)
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Abby Smith, 20 april 2012
take in all my pain, my agony, but take in my life, my joy, my love. when i die, i want you to take it all. promise me, just make me a promise, that when i can't talk and my skin hurts and my lips are swollen and my hair is gone, that you'll take me away.
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