Just some naked skin on her pointy bones. Wind blowing her hair all over. And a single tear falling into waterfall. Not a part of this, not a part of that. Just a single soul calling to the feeling. Can I let her feel at least something?
Tiptoeing through the misty grass. Too cold, shivers running up and down. And just hear her humming a song you will never forget. Just one day you will. Just one day she will.
Twisting quietly wheatgrass through her thrifty hands. Roll, roll it all around, spin it out of control. Just like the rest of her life. And the things you say, tumble through her busy mind. Does she miss it? Just as much as every other human.
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