First, because he might be away for good now, this is for my dear friend Sid.
Please don't read into it. Just know it's yours if you want it.
Please don't read into it. Just know it's yours if you want it.
Her Daggers (for Sid, by Allegro)
1,000 tiny daggers
with 1,000 lovely points
Fly oh so silently
into 1,000 human joints
In 1,000 bones and muscles
and in your organs they cease
Giving heavy weight to every step
And making the pain increase
To pull them out will make you bleed
And kill you slowly too
But someone has to do it
Ans she's the one for you
With love, Allegro.
I'll miss you, but I can't keep you here like you kept me here. And I understand.
Now if there are any of you who do not want one, please let me know now.
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quirky:
Why thank you.
phrogg:
Aw thanks! Actually, I'm really looking forward to September - when we have occasional days of less than 97F! 