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Colours of Insanity
‘Did you love him?’
He called me his baby doll, ‘It’s you and me till the end baby doll’ he would always say, well at least until I shot him in the head.
‘Did you love him?’
‘Too much I’m afraid.’
He smelt like my favorite flowers sweet without a hint of bitterness, he smelt like a sunny day and a warm smile. He smelt like lazy Sunday afternoons and warm cups of tea, he smelt like my mother’s couch and my bedroom floor and just about every other place I loved him. He smelt like those cheap car air fresheners and long night time drives to nowhere in particular.
He smelt of all these wonderful things and something more, I didn't notice the smell until he was gone. He smelt of every beautiful thing in the world mixed with heartbreak.
He stank of death and broken promises.
He called me his baby doll, ‘It’s you and me till the end baby doll’ he would always say, well at least until I shot him in the head.
‘Did you love him?’
‘Too much I’m afraid.’
He smelt like my favorite flowers sweet without a hint of bitterness, he smelt like a sunny day and a warm smile. He smelt like lazy Sunday afternoons and warm cups of tea, he smelt like my mother’s couch and my bedroom floor and just about every other place I loved him. He smelt like those cheap car air fresheners and long night time drives to nowhere in particular.
He smelt of all these wonderful things and something more, I didn't notice the smell until he was gone. He smelt of every beautiful thing in the world mixed with heartbreak.
He stank of death and broken promises.
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His Name
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