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She kept a vigil by the bedside. Watching him sleeping. In silence she sits. Save for the beeps and bops of forced whistling air. She adored all of him still. He was just hanging in there. She perched on a swinging rocking chair. Spoke to him now and again, poor thing. She sang to him as he battled. Fought with the deepest side of the sandman. She touched his hand once again. The room lit up with lights of gold. Rolling rainbows. There he goes. Go forth into the light good sir. Permission given. Now it's time to be bold. At the foot of his slumber spot. An angel dressed not in white, but royal blue came to collect him. She played a serenade to him upon a silvery horn. She dwindled in the atmosphere. Amidst the flurry of whizzing trolleys. The doors flew open. A team of magic folks, not fairies, stole his heart and gave it to another. Liver and kidneys not far behind. His woman cried and sighed. Kisses him softly, bids him goodbye. He didn't respond, he no longer could. Passed quietly over, did her lost lover. All donations gratefully received. She took it much better than friends had perceived. She rolled her wedding ring. Walked out sad but proud. As raindrops and sunshine fell from the cloud. Up came the rainbow, silently loud. (c)Livvi
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Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
SIGNIFICANT SANDMAN
She kept a vigil by the bedside. Watching him sleeping. In silence she sits. Save for the beeps and bops of forced whistling air. She adored all of him still. He was just hanging in there. She perched on a swinging rocking chair. Spoke to him now and again, poor thing. She sang to him as he battled. Fought with the deepest side of the sandman. She touched his hand once again. The room lit up with lights of gold. Rolling rainbows. There he goes. Go forth into the light good sir. Permission given. Now it's time to be bold. At the foot of his slumber spot. An angel dressed not in white, but royal blue came to collect him. She played a serenade to him upon a silvery horn. She dwindled in the atmosphere. Amidst the flurry of whizzing trolleys. The doors flew open. A team of magic folks, not fairies, stole his heart and gave it to another. Liver and kidneys not far behind. His woman cried and sighed. Kisses him softly, bids him goodbye. He didn't respond, he no longer could. Passed quietly over, did her lost lover. All donations gratefully received. She took it much better than friends had perceived. She rolled her wedding ring. Walked out sad but proud. As raindrops and sunshine fell from the cloud. Up came the rainbow, silently loud. (c)Livvi
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Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
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