and so, you came the next day
with the galaxies painted on a scrap
of paper and said,
"my stars,
they're not dead,
just flickering."
-j.c.
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Short Storyin which; a boy with leukaemia writes to a girl that goes by the name Polly. lower-case intended. all rights reserved. copyright © 2014 | -retrospect-
