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black sky and bright moon
foxes on their nightly hunt
anxious thoughts appear
writing to my friend
connecting with pen and joy
happy is my soul
listen
understand
smile
why do I
always attract
the wrong men
she wonders
initially they are
kind and understanding
but soon they become
impatient, inconsiderate
and hurtful
the same happens
again and again
she locked the door
so that nobody
could disturb her
she needed peace
and aloneness
as she had to decide
whether to marry him
or to follow her dreams
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