She had a different wish than most she dreamed in other colors purple if she died she said she wanted white roses at her funeral and Canon in D it froze me to see her reflected pale in that cruel flat slab glazed-over and painted like stained glass she prayed that god would make her beautiful God knows she always was.
Reason for writing:
fragility and the breaking point
Birth sign: Not entered
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