"
Innocent giggles filled the four corners of the room,
Of course---she was playing with her sister.
Both in pigtails; both were in their pajamas.
...but the other was faceless in the mirror.
"
She halted for a second and stood up. She told her sister to wait for a minute. She took the doll from the table and returned on their bed. Then, they lied down next to each other, now her sister was holding a story book. She asked her sister if she could now read her a story to sleep, and so she hugged her doll while listening to her sister's sweet voice. Such a sweet lullaby, indeed.
...to be continued.
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Sweet Dreams
Poesía"People are haunted the most by those that don't exist, because they chose to believe." A Lullaby of Woe inspired poetry rizz.
