The kiss of death.

Are you cold?            Do you see?         Do you hear what I must want to say?                                                         Do you cry knowing that no-one in this world can feel your loving grace but the angels that have opened heavens gates.I've missed you little one... And cried too little one..and even tried to-... I mustn't finish that..because the sky crackles with rain that falls on the soil of which you sleep your slender body ever ever so gracefully.Makeup cries when it touches your face and I laugh with pain knowing that your beauty can never been replaced.


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