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Ficlet: Watching Over You
Sometimes a pic just hits me and knocks words out...
Watching Over You

How can there still be beauty in the world, when the very air burns like rage in the throat? I turn from the distant, unconcerned glittering to look on your dear face. Oh master, you've not enough spark left even to see the stars, have you, let alone wonder at their light? How can they dance in the sky above us, instead of cloaking themselves in mourning and wailing as I wish I could? Everything you have you've given, and more besides, yet still they shine uncaring. There's no one but me to see you and know.

How can there still be beauty in the world, when the very air burns like rage in the throat? I turn from the distant, unconcerned glittering to look on your dear face. Oh master, you've not enough spark left even to see the stars, have you, let alone wonder at their light? How can they dance in the sky above us, instead of cloaking themselves in mourning and wailing as I wish I could? Everything you have you've given, and more besides, yet still they shine uncaring. There's no one but me to see you and know.
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Everything you have, you've given, and more besides, yet still they shine uncaring. There's no one but me to see you and know.
Very nice.
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*clutches at chest
for various reasons* What beautiful words. What a beautiful picture.no subject
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the unconcerned glitter
heartbreaking, thank you Serai
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Re: the unconcerned glitter
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*hands over tissue*