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The sky rushed down to meet her Embrace her slow decay The roots of Terabithia Wind round her to this day The mountains she created Shrink down to kiss her feet And everywhere she ran The soil tastes bittersweet That day, she cracked her being Against the sharpened slope Her fingers gently spasming Still stuck around the rope And all the world was emerald It watched her fade away The birds could barely look and The sunshine dropped a ray While seeing this was frightening, So grim it took my breath, Who knew I could be jealous Of Leslie's perfect death?
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC
Leslie's death
The sky rushed down to meet her Embrace her slow decay The roots of Terabithia Wind round her to this day The mountains she created Shrink down to kiss her feet And everywhere she ran The soil tastes bittersweet That day, she cracked her being Against the sharpened slope Her fingers gently spasming Still stuck around the rope And all the world was emerald It watched her fade away The birds could barely look and The sunshine dropped a ray While seeing this was frightening, So grim it took my breath, Who knew I could be jealous Of Leslie's perfect death?
The Bridge to Terabithia makes me cry every time
lilacdom08
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18/F/London
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC
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