That was foreseeable
That was foreseeable, you know...
He is gone.
He was walking like a dead man, when I saw him again. Wounded. Bleeding. That too was foreseeable.
So I'll close my project and this blogg. Just a few more texts and commitments.
(whispering)...but tomorrow we will have a song. But not now. The one he especially liked.
Strange. Sad. Beautiful. So him !
I was sucking his blood, sucking out his memories, just sucking out, again, and again, and again. A ghost.
I was his vanilla. A pure touch of crystal.
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