Are You Afraid of Me, Child?
[A Prayer for those we forgot to invite to the Christmas Celebrations, yet again.]
Someone had whispered a scream in my ears. Its fragrance lingered like a sunflower in a wintry dusk. Like a fallacy. When music came we transformed it to a sonata and planted it in a flower pot.
Our life was a radio station that played Gothic music, forever, after we lived.
Someone had whispered a scream in my ears. Its fragrance lingered like a sunflower in a wintry dusk. Like a fallacy. When music came we transformed it to a sonata and planted it in a flower pot.
Our life was a radio station that played Gothic music, forever, after we lived.
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