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All she can do is cry,
All she can feel is pain.
No one even dare to take her hand.
Sobbing, she wants to leave.
Saying to herself, it's easier to die than to survive and live.
Bang! Kills herself.
Popping clouds right atop,
Inside you are. Painting
curves your language is,
Sending gentle blooming bliss.

#dream #longing
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