EPISODE · Feb 25, 2018 · 1 MIN
Stories
from Naked Poetry · host Adele Elysée
I will leave them for you when I am gone, so you can read them to our children as bedtime stories while I silently weep in the last corner I stood still in. The pictures we take on Christmas day will have to be synced to the same day we were both born. That way, we can always take two. I will always blink twice before we get a good one. You will comment on my smile and I will say why oh why are you talking about yourself - my unhinged angel. You look great today. Do you remember when I told you that I would break my heart for you? Well I would. I would let you murder me too. I mean it, if you needed to. I would. At least I would die in beauty. At least your hands were the last to leave me.
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I will leave them for you when I am gone, so you can read them to our children as bedtime stories while I silently weep in the last corner I stood still in. The pictures we take on Christmas day will have to be synced to the same day we were both born. That way, we can always take two. I will always blink twice before we get a good one. You will comment on my smile and I will say why oh why are you talking about yourself - my unhinged angel. You look great today. Do you remember when I told you that I would break my heart for you? Well I would. I would let you murder me too. I mean it, if you needed to. I would. At least I would die in beauty. At least your hands were the last to leave me.
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