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Feb 2012
Well, the day passed with a silent mourn.
With only a finger tip on her neck,
you could feel her excitement pulsing.
Every breath exhaling a fog of colliding temperatures,
maybe it was just her exhaled toxins that
trailed this cloud of smoke. She lied
to the clouds, and they separated for the sun, and
she smiled in acceptance...
a smile revealing more than she had hoped for,
but now she just couldn't care less...


-2006
Written by
Shi Rini
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