Tag: Death
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Our Snow White Rose.
Author: ladyjewel She lays in the coffin on a pillow of silk,The rich, deep brown wood like a frame, the cream silk stitched inside adds a softness, a soft pillow completes the bed. Dark brown long hair flows over the pillow and frames the face of this angel, her skin looks like porclin and white…
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For an 8 year old Angel I nursed once.
Mom my breathing is funny and I can’t feel my body, why are these people running around my bed? They must have put air inside me because I can fly now, look mom I can hold out my hands and fly high, Mom, why can’t you hear me?Why is she crying so much, I am…