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mourning doves for late afternoons a lament for the golden hour the end of adventures a little girl comes in for dinner tiptoes upstairs strokes her mothers hair leaves little blue flowers by her bed.                        I let my hair go dark again-                           just like yours, do you see?                            I'm a woman now, I have your mouth. forget-me-nots for noontime where the little girl would lay violet blue healing shroud and disappear un-pixelating a photograph in the sky the portrait that made her father cry it was a five year old aesthetic of death.            I guess I never really knew you, did I?              music box hidden in the mystery of a closet shades of midnight, shades of dust a ballerina's slow pirouette called into life after forgotten years the haunt of Sleeping Beauty.                I know you didn't mean to miss my birthday.                    I begged you for a music box, you remember?                       It's my most dear treasure on this earth. mourning doves for missing you forget-me-nots for remembering you my music box will live for you How strange that such wonderful things should make me so sad.
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May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 9:59 AM UTC
mourning doves
mourning doves for late afternoons a lament for the golden hour the end of adventures a little girl comes in for dinner tiptoes upstairs strokes her mothers hair leaves little blue flowers by her bed.                        I let my hair go dark again-                           just like yours, do you see?                            I'm a woman now, I have your mouth. forget-me-nots for noontime where the little girl would lay violet blue healing shroud and disappear un-pixelating a photograph in the sky the portrait that made her father cry it was a five year old aesthetic of death.            I guess I never really knew you, did I?              music box hidden in the mystery of a closet shades of midnight, shades of dust a ballerina's slow pirouette called into life after forgotten years the haunt of Sleeping Beauty.                I know you didn't mean to miss my birthday.                    I begged you for a music box, you remember?                       It's my most dear treasure on this earth. mourning doves for missing you forget-me-nots for remembering you my music box will live for you How strange that such wonderful things should make me so sad.
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May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 9:59 AM UTC
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