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Click hereThis morning arrives
expecting to find the same man,
who brushed by the clutching hands,
who takes the razors in the night
leaving only a hint of blood
to betray his passing.
But I am dry as a corpse,
bled alabaster,
oak leaf paper in autumn.
Reason has fled and with it
any hope of understanding.
Left for wolves at 1 am,
shoe-less and pigtailed
she walked unafraid,
wrapped in the grace of the innocent.
Who is your mommy honey?
" She works in a restaurant, and she looks like a princess"
What will become of this angel
when the machine tells her
there are no such things
as princesses anymore?
For today
I shall live in shadows,
afraid to open the papers
afraid,
that they'll tell me
the princess has died.
Gentlemen
I beseech you,
My kingdom for a miracle
Thanks for this tribute
to the 4 year old innocent;
herself a living tribute
to her late Mom...