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Jan 2013
She stood atop that little hill
Where she popped that little pill
The one that brought the storm
The thunder rolled
And the birds did scold
The girl for all her wrongs
But she  ignored their calls
As she began to fall
Into a sort of trance
Lightning flashed
Her mind then crashed
Onto itself in oblivion
The world was white
She lacked all fright
*For there was nothing awful
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