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“Will he ever come back?”
She caressed my skin, as a tear slid down her eye. I was dead, nearly; a parting gift, unwanted. My half-sister was there when my seed was sown. She watched him plant me; not knowing he would walk away.
“Sleep, for the world won’t accept.”
The other day, I lived.
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© Leo 11/06/2011