Wanting to give away some of her. A little of her, at least. But who
would take her. Was she so incapable of even giving and being accepted? Would no
one ever take her?
And then he came. He came and took her away. All of her. He did not spare
even a morsel of her for her. With nothing left of her she felt so complete. And
she kept gazing at him like a dove would stare at Apollo. Dumb faced, numb,
lightening struck.
But what if he gives her back to her? Even a morsel of her to her. How
will she put her pieces together? She is no more what she always thought she
was. Will she be able to put the pieces perfect? Will the old returned pieces form
the new picture that he had turned her into?
The Earth kept singing the song that the Moon helped her croon
through the delectable night….
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