http://slow.writerscafe.org/sugarspun The original writings of author Hermione en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028552 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 and then my heart saw your monsterand left me long time blind and then it saidto me it would float back to my throatI know the secret to it's success is always staying a little bit behindalways being quick, always quick to hideI could paint you forever in your hair shirtthe unfinished picture and bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sugarspun/558678/ And we are now leaving Bedford Falls. I wonder if I'm the only pillar of salt to be here.All aboard the Titanic, all signals to the seas. I feel my own hands tearing myself apart, piece by piece till nothing exists. My sun fall out amongst the stars, here it all goes now afar. 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