Sunday, May 4, 2014

Death

Fairy tales. Evil beasts.
Wicked witches, cruel kings.
Misbehaving children.

Grandparents.
Grandparents of friends.
Grandparents.

Parents of friends of friends.
Parents of friends.
Siblings of friends.
Me?

Acquaintances.
Schoolmates.
Batchmates.
Me?

Friends of friends.
Friends of friends.
Friends of friends.

Me?
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