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Dec 2016
I am not rare,
Once you turn around I am no longer there.
I will not be always be here,
Don't be sorry if you are unaware.

I have just once to care,
Once you deny I will go for repair.
I know it is so unfair,
forgive me that I make you compare.

I am so ordinary,
Unlike the enchanting fairy.
I don't worth a penny,
When I turn into ashes in the cemetery.

I have to be hurry,
Unlike the worker that looks weary.
I have heard about the life theory,
Wish it  just happened at the boundary .
Written by
Melpomene  nowhere
   --- and NV
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