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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.

Lenore 4-Feb-04/9:10 PM
I will not see the years and decades that I have spent building myself into a pillar of selfishness and overall bad naturedness wasted simply because you think I should be a nice girl. And who really cares that you wouldn't be willing to cross the street to urinate on my G. Miu stilettos if they were on fire? Not I, but let this be a warning to others; although evil still abounds on this weird and wonderful site, it has strongly manifested in the form of Horus8, The Angry Poet who attempts to destroy Lenore and her way of life through thinly veiled threats and redundant comments of complaint. Terror ensues. Don’t worry about me though. Through rigorous counseling, I will manage to block out the dialogue and I can piss on my own damn shoes. hsssssssss…




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