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I'm not quite sure yet... Her name was Adessa, and she was beautiful. Beautiful as the clear starlit night above her. Her name was Adessa Yulie, and she lay on top of her mother's grave, feeling as if she were dead. Almost as dead as the woman beneath her fingertips. She let her tears sink into the ground, clinging to a desperate hope that perhaps if her mother felt the acute agony she herself felt, she would find a way back to her. Still, the truth sliced through her like a jagged knife, and the truth was, there was more than a rotting coffin barring Adessa from her mother.I'm not quite sure yet...
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icarus of woodbridge, virginia“I cannot die,” he said, andicarus of woodbridge, virginia
that was all I knew of him.
It was October then, so I
pinned the last firefly to his sweater
and told him the fever would break.
“It will not,” he said. We kept
that secret just between us and
never breathed a word.
One morning I crept home
and painted pictures for an hour
before he flew silently into
my room. “Your prison looks
just like mine,” he said. That day
we made too many promises
to count on our twenty freckled fingers
and crushed each one with the same
four hands. The black dove t
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