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My letter she put
In the fridge, and our love since
Has been cold at full.......
Her hair
Were always a cloudy sky,

And
I waited for rain,

But in the bed
I slept under the clouds.........
Grief is a bird
Wings cut off

It perches
For long

Place it
In a cage of smiles
fil
Discovery of talent is discovery of a peaceful life.
Howling doesn't solve the problem.
Action finds the way out....
Do you know
Where Alexander is sleeping?

Only grass grows
On his bed,
And dust flies!
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