She 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.
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