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TINY CLINGING CURLS I remember you looking almost Audrey Hepburnish. My big sister & oh...that smile! Touching my world with the wonder of your love. We are Christmas -ing the place living in the candle's glow love nothing but love in almost slow motion. The holly bites your little finger. I **** the drop of blood that grows & grows until it is kissed better. You laugh: 'Ah...my little saviour! ' and sigh with an almost mock Victorian swoon. Tiny curls cling to the nape of your neck like the tiniest of tiny seahorses. We swim in the sea of our laughter. The next Christmas you were dead lost to this world leaving me alone to mourn you. I...unable to save you. Now...all these years later (years you never knew) the holly bites my little finger & I **** it quickly tasting through my tears the sweet tang of your blood so alive in my mouth.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
TINY CLINGING CURLS
TINY CLINGING CURLS I remember you looking almost Audrey Hepburnish. My big sister & oh...that smile! Touching my world with the wonder of your love. We are Christmas -ing the place living in the candle's glow love nothing but love in almost slow motion. The holly bites your little finger. I **** the drop of blood that grows & grows until it is kissed better. You laugh: 'Ah...my little saviour! ' and sigh with an almost mock Victorian swoon. Tiny curls cling to the nape of your neck like the tiniest of tiny seahorses. We swim in the sea of our laughter. The next Christmas you were dead lost to this world leaving me alone to mourn you. I...unable to save you. Now...all these years later (years you never knew) the holly bites my little finger & I **** it quickly tasting through my tears the sweet tang of your blood so alive in my mouth.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
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