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33 parts Ongoing MatureShe was made of charcoal, he was a watercolour painting
she grew up to haunt him, he would always see her
In stained glass windows
in mosaics
tears in his eyes when he saw her stars in the sky
It was beautiful, this haunting
It left him raw and his heart in pieces
but she was the only he would ever let hold it
he wouldn't have minded her dropping it
he would have merely watched and smiled.
One day he would let the sun paint over him like acrylics but for now
For now
He is haunted.