

Please Come Home...You told me you stopped breathing last night. I just thought you were asleep.Please Come Home...
I knew that your heart wasnt too great, but I never thought itd just...stop. And now, even though you made it, Im now terrified that Ill lose you before I get a chance to see you face-to-face and tell you all the things I want to say to you;
Ive never felt this way about anyone before. I feel I can trust you with anything. Ive learned to laugh at myself when Im talking to you. Youve helped me realise that there are good gu


and i'll be the painter.your skin is feather white, and i imagine littering your face with half-moon marks; i imagine the noises you'd make, like a chalkboard, darling,and i'll be the painter.
and i'm going to be the nails. your screams will be thunder, a train screeching to a stop. i imagine your eyes
are full of our dreams, and i'll bring the nightmares to the surface; your skin is feather-white, darling. you are a canvas waiting
to be drenched i
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To learn whether or not I am currently open for commissions, you can contact me at BluePawCreations@yahoo.com
Oh, just to let you know, I'm not going to be available to reply from tomorrow evening until Wednesday evening because I'm away on a trip to visit a university.
Just thought I should let you know.
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To find out if I am currently open for commissions, you can contact me at BluePawCreations@yahoo.com
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To learn whether or not I am currently open for commissions, you can contact me at BluePawCreations@yahoo.com
I will do.
Should be interesting.
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