She sits as these notes cry.
Grabbing on these tears, to hold.
Whaling of the air, then maybe the death will hear.
To hearts desire of it all, ripping to bleed out for the full hungry.
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Awww! ! ! This is so sad, like most that I have read so far. I love the imagery and sound. I can almost hear her crying song.