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Emily Mae (Villanelle) by horus8

What else can a young mother say? I wake up at night hearing you... And I love and miss you Emily Mae. "Minutes turn hours & the hours to days" As no one, but you, can take my hand What else can a young mother say? When we put you to ground, the display alone sent me into this no man's land I love and miss you dear Emily Mae. "I buried my heart with, to keep you at play" in that field where the grey stones stand, What else can a young mother say. To those that we had, but went away? I want you to know, "I'm glad you weren't planned." And I love and I miss you Emily Mae. One day soon, with you too, I will stay by your grave as a mother, and friend. What else can a young mother say... But I love and miss you my Emily Mae.

Bachus 4-Feb-04/8:50 PM
Yeah, we could tell sweet heart. As sacastic as a chicken trying to hatch a turn up. You must think that in the real world, on planet earth, you are special, loved, ready swing your rainbow wand and air dagger into the magical state of moon time fluff? Do you honestly take yourself so fucking seriously? Absolutely, and that's why your sex life is bloated cow plummeting off of the fall in Zanzisbaumbar, with a one eyed vulture and a blind tarapin in audience, congratulations. Well, judging from the way you read into poetry, it's wonder you don't pee out of your ass.




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