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| Eric Hu's girl in the field |
Am I just imagining the blood dripping off my fingers?
You could just pretend that you don’t see me, my paling face, and my desperate dark eyes.
You could just pretend that you don’t see me, my paling face, and my desperate dark eyes.
I stare out the window at the wild landscape.
The wind whips the trees into a frenzied dance. Shutters clap against the house.
I don’t want you to hold my hands, because then you’d know how clammy they are.
The wind whips the trees into a frenzied dance. Shutters clap against the house.
I don’t want you to hold my hands, because then you’d know how clammy they are.
I am filled with silence. A throbbing silence that wants to scream…
On my wish-ponies you stroke my hair.
In my unicorn-heart, you are love
Why does it always come back to you?
You’re standing right here looking at me. I can’t look at you. It wouldn’t be… fair?
I close my eyes. Memories come flooding, that melt my heart! But not my resolve! Silence!
Then I hear you leave. Was this the last time?
Then I hear you leave. Was this the last time?
I can only watch your retreating back through the window’s rain-soaked glass. Through the glass you look blurred; I stand and gaze out the window. Half-wishing you would appear again. After a while, I turn away. Then I notice… a piece of paper on the floor.
Empty sheet!
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