Push my fingers past her ear, watch them disappear into her black hair. I wish the rest of me could go with them. Her bedroom is quiet but my heart screams;
a horrifying sound like a hundred crippled horses lying crumpled on the ground, begging for a rifle to come and put them down.

That is beautiful.

So is the one who it's about.

yes, lovely.
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I thought it was very melancholic.

I suppose it is, in a way.