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Wednesday, June 23, 2010 Let's go see the dead lady. Let's go see the dead lady. The room was dim, with a metallic school desk in the middle. There were dents, and dents in his face also. His expression and posture was calm but his eyes darted around, following the imaginary ghosts around the room. Let's go see the dead lady. Why is she dead? Oh miss I don't know. But please ca- There were no cameras, no recorders. It was just him, alone, talking to me. But where was I? I wasn't. Let's go see the dead lady. But the dead lady doesn't speak. She sits, stroking her dead cats and staring at her dead flowers. Motionless, as dent-face stares down at her staring at her dead flowers. Where was I? I wasn't. The dim light flickers off, and the dead lady sleeps. Let's go see the dead lady, in a monotonous voice, lips barely moving, eyes now still. Let's go see the dead lady. But the dead lady doesn't speak. -Kristiina |
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