DilemioidThick grey clouds barged in through the perfectly blue sky as Fred and Paul Sauland stood as close as they could while facing each other without showing too much emotion. Both of them had their hands stuffed in their suit pockets while they rocked back and forth slowly and lightly. Their shoes were old, though no onlooker would know, as they were polished to a perfect yet subtle shine. The soles were heavy and flattened the deeply pigmented green grass beneath them. If anyone was to be staring straight down at the grass as they were, the tombstones around them would be unnoticeable, whicDilemioid
Alexeithe doctors say he doesn't understand, that his brain isn't hooked up right they say he'll never speak like us he'll never say he loves me with his voice...Alexei
but every day with his innocent laugh and with his father's big brown eyes and the way he calls me 'missa' and looks for me when I'm gone...
always a baby, always a brother he needs our help like a wounded sparrow he needed a woman like my mother God knew only she would do...
Even though he couldn't be there as daddy walked me down the aisle he smiled at me in my big white dress
New project
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Only when our last breath of clean air is gone and we begin to choke on our own waste will we understand what it is to be a goldfish in a bowl
My love is stronger than these madhouse walls
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