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Lali
Current mood: cold


Stumble over pigoen toed feet

Eyes tie-dyed red, green and brown

Little hands holding tight

Strangling little wings

Little one where have you been?

Hiding within spiralling stairwells behind secret doors

Dark, wet and scared

Abandonement whimpers something in the air

Trembling pale knees knocking death driven drum beats

Alien fingers, designed to hurt, designed to tear

I had her heart, didn't think I would care

So I broke her softly, tenderly took her apart

Dismantled her spirit, dismatled my heart

Can affections warm elixir seep swiftly into her brittle little bones?

Can regret's good doing rectify her despair?

Can my guilt driven anger do the repairs?