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Mar 2013
She took a broom
and wiped the dust
but it just settled
in the past,
where everything
is in the dust.

She took a mop
and washed the floor
but it just watered
present's thought
that she is ruined
in her sobs.

She took a gun
and aim the sun
because of gloom
or for the fun
or with the hope
that future'll come.
Alexandra
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