#339308 added April 5, 2005 at 4:48pm Restrictions: None
Stone Angel
Look at me....
That's all he wanted, the simple phrase spinning around in his head.
Look at me....
Why wouldn't she look up? What was wrong with her?The young boy was siting on the curb side next to his friends body. Her red gold hair cascading still over her bruised up face.
Look at me Kayse....
She just layn there... she was a stone girl now... A perfect little angel... she s till is....
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