shadows settle on the place, that you left
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She has one hand holding a lollipop stick and the other hand in his and he's whispering in her ear how much she loves her. Ever so pretty Caterina, why did you have to go?
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He's holding a bouquet of daisies (her favourite) and he's in his best suit to impress her dad.
Knock knock knock.
She opens the door all red lipstick and smiles, she's in her prettiest dress.
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They drive the 14.48 km to Santa Monica in his beat up truck and she sings along to every song on the radio.
Neither of them knew this was the end.
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"I don't believe you."
She's dead now, darling.