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She put her hair up,
All night I imagined its fall
Breathlessly waiting
In rushes we lay
Crowning with new sun overhead
Flowers in our hair
I remember us
Loneliness with garden view
One bird sings in tree
Empty house creaking
Trees writhing in judgement winds
Her footsteps leaving
My angel conquered
Innocent touch made me bleed
Cut with light feathers
Small rains of world break
Mountain ranges soon appear
Unchained through dark cloud
I dig a hole in myself
and fill it with words
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