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When did the garden with its buried flowers start to smell like a funeral home? When did the mild breeze passing our foreheads feel like the back of a nurse's hand testing for a fever? We use to be immortal in our ignorance, sending our kites up for the lightning to ride, swimming in unknown waters at night naked for all to see. Death was actually a safety net to catch us if we fell to far. Remember the girl named faith? A child in one hand a gun in the other. Distracted with wondering thoughts in her head. The musician passed out on the stage when faith decided to go her own way, to show her child the power of her mind in an upsetting way.
Dude, I read this one a couple times; it's really great! You need to make a book out of these or something, i'd read it.
ReplyDeleteYes the writing is well done but it has such a "dark" feel to it. I don't know, maybe it is just me.
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ReplyDeletedark writing isn't bad. I like it
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