hours of a day
that i spent
sitting in my chair, holding the bunny
that was once held
by a child in my dreams
soft long hair, hugging her face
her flawless eyes, filled with pain
her tiny heart struggling to push
the flow of her blood to her veins
as she spoke, she never complained
as the hours that she was rewarded
not long enough
she held her bunny pressed against her chest
consoling for the loneliness
time shall bring soon enough
for the bunny would no more be held
by the beautiful child
but me
mySestina 
that’s so cute ❤
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Bunny is not already funny because no one like with his piano to talk …maybe on wlak street will find on with black hair and ….haha
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