As the dripping drops of deception came and left, like snowflakes on a mission to fall and melt against our warm flesh, through enlightenment and inspiration she did love as if he, and only he, was all that had remained in her heart.
To drown in endless - and drops of Jack trickling down her throat, into the dwelling soul she’d burdened her and I and you with - she held to such an impossible insecurity that everything was pulling and pushing to the tips of her fingers as they had once and finally slipped through the spaces he had unknowingly filled.
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