She pushed the gardener away and called for them. In her sleep she had seen love. It was poisoning. It was possessing. Devouring. Or it was seven pairs of boots climbing up the stairs to find her.
Francesca Lia BlockMaybe one night Iโll be asleep and Iโll feel a hand like a dove on my cheekbone and feel her breath cool like peppermints and when I open my eyes my mom will be there like an angle, saying in the softest voice, When you are born it is like a long, long dream. Donโt try to wake up. Just go along until it is over. Donโt be afraid. You may not know it all the time but I am with you. I am with you.
Francesca Lia BlockMorning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with
Francesca Lia BlockI dont know about happily ever after... but I know about happily, Weetzie Bat thought.
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