12:14 AM, Wednesday, April 30, 2008
She fell from grace. He fell from heaven.
They fell. You fell.It fell.
It fell with a crash, like a wave against the shore. And it lay shattered in the remains of a beaten pool. It was the touch of something familiar. A cold, wet, glistening finger running down - the touch of Despair. And from all around it came, drowning the sullen mass in a torrent of swirling water. She felt the flood embrace her, overflow her as everything she ever said or ever tried to say fell on deaf ears. We fall. They fall. You fall, like a tear.
A-tisha, a-tisha, we all fall down.
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