by Cassandra King Jun 23, 2007
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
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The morning mist crumbles darkness clears during my morning feast a terror a shock hits a women I've seen. I see her in my dreams and on the side of this dairy carton. This milk jug medesile screams my name they know she's missing they know she's gone, to kill her is the only way. |