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She touches the flames
Hoping to be burned, marked by
Something beautiful
She watches the flames
And wishes she could feel
Something, not numbness
She dances, twirling
As the rain drowns her lost soul
She weeps with the sky
Rain falls without clouds
On the rooftops of London
There she sits again
Soft and welcoming
The ocean keeps her afloat
With smooth loving hands
She quietly weeps
Trying not to disturb them
As they sleep, clueless

— The End —