an elegy for a cicada.i'd read that saying something three times makes it come true, like a spell, an enchantment. a curse.an elegy for a cicada.
i'm not saying that i ever found truth in those words, but when i was seven i wrote my wishes down three times on purple stationary and tucked them into drawers where they lay forgotten, and last night i woke up in a cold sweat and dug them out and smoothed their creases.
i had written, "i don't want grandpa to die/i don't want grandpa to die/i don't want grandpa to die," but he's buried beneath some marble slab and you are here, painful and human and blood and bone and your heart is going to break when she dies an
In the wake of the paradeI am the way at 11 and 7In the wake of the parade
it reads, following in the wake
of the parade.
Raining on and off in August
and there’s someone preaching the Word. There’s always
someone preaching;
maybe dressed in black and white
and holding leaflets crumpled up or made wet a little by the weather.
He’ll put one in your hand - you’ll tear it up:
one and two and
three times you’ll rip it in half
and throw it in the bin or maybe
roll it up into a little ball
and
It's hard to find it when you knew it...
Neutral
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Death: It is your time, child.
Me: How would you know, you don't have a watch.
Death: ...touché.
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♥
People have told me you're a right player , but i'd still do anything to be your favourite game </3
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clicking my life away
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"með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust"
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--> // Will try anything twice // <--
Check out my
i shall change it momentarily
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Ye Ye Ye
~pandur11
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