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Sinead

Sinead. Your name alone begs to be spoken in the whispers of angels. Calls us to sacred silence, while we dream of raging at the sky. † † †  
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Much like those voices murmuring--ever so softly---from behind closed doors. † † †
Your grief-stricken parents mustn't overhear your name. † † †
God, how will they ever hear anything else?!... † † †
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Sinead. † † †  
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Ssshhh....nead!... † † †
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How quickly. How quietly. You came and you went. † † †  
In fewer than a hundred sleeps, you softly stole our hearts. † † †  
God, how the silence you've left behind is deafening.

R.
Written by Rachelleundrgrd
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Author's Note
Rest in peace, sweet, sweet girl. There never existed a better call to believe in angels.
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