Three hundred years ago she descended from the great heaven and landed oh so gracefully on this miserable planet. Her delicate bones cracking, breaking, and shattering with each step she took. She was in so much pain but she still looked so beautiful, she still smiled at me in such a way that made me feel as if I couldn't breathe.
I loved her. I loved her with all of my being, and she ate me whole. Her love consumed me and changed me into something pure, and sweet. How I longed to be a part of her. Those smooth, soft fingers tracings my prominent bones; as if they were dragging something out from deep within me. Her brilliant eyes and flowing hair choked and blinded me. I could feel myself deteriorating beneath her, but I couldn't help myself. What has become of me?
Three hundred years ago she came to me. She landed in that wide field, full of overgrown weeds and corn. She fell for me. How I could have deserved such a gift, I may never know.
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