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// "Tear" \\
(( 27/01/02 by Unlit anada509 ))
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They sometimes look like drawings of trees, she said. She looked
down at her arms wiping the make-up right off her own. Her eyes, two dead
branches, the ground. The drawings, machine-made at the edge of a tree,
almost crashing against the sky.
I ran into a tree, she said. She didn't mention the sunset.
Cradle the sun in your arms. She has created a lullaby, a new way to
blink. Covering her eyes with the brightness and the blindness of light.
She covers her arms with night.
Cradle the sun. Look after the light. Look behind the light, behind
your eyes; they sometimes look like the beginning of night.
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