You whisper loudly at my heart's door.
An end would be so sweet.
Dip myself into nothingness.
Shake til I am numb.
Eyes.
Empty, unfocused windows.
Face.
Statuesquely solemn.
I feel nothing but the tickle of tears.
See nothing but a liquid blur.
Wish for nothing
But to curl up and fade
Like a lily in the sun.
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The best girls are made with both sugar and spice, a good bit of naughty to go with the nice.
