She bled tears
And cried blood
A cold mixture
Of fears
Like black mud,
Her sad face
A fixture
In my mind
That I could not remove
Without a trace,
And in its spot
Left nothing but unkind
Thoughts and a
Fading will to move
Beyond and afar
My comfort zone at play
On this big blue dot,
She haunts me
Like a distant star
As I look out over the sea...

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