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MaNiAcAl LaUgHteR cOuLd Be HeArD aRoUnD tHe EnDiNg. but the end had no beginning so it could not drop down and bark like everyone else. Salty tears, streaming down your face. Your make-up, all flaking. Drip, drip, drip, went the bell in the nursery and GonG was the bell's name. Ahhh... the red of your lips, so soft, so warm, so trembling. Is this a tie I see before my mouth Perhaps I shall eat thy wig Perhaps I shall sing a naughty tune BuT tHe EnD hAd No WiNnInG iNtEnTiOnS. so as the dogs flew by with the mice and as the cats ran to hell with the pigs and the horses stated they wanted to be left alone with a mattress. Your poor face, all white of color. The blood your eyes left when they melted and cried out. The bell in the nursery, parents wanted it red, the kids wanting to do the right thing (went to their beds and cut their wrists making all so very red), the parents said, 'no we want green instead'. The lipstick, made out of crayons now stains your lips, so simple, so rigid, so yellow. The moon gave its final blessing The fish held no breath The end came and winked to us all This |