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A poem I thought of, a while back.

Her

by kupoj

She wanted soft nights with the rain,

listening to her thoughts as her death black hair covered her lips red vein. Arms of shelter, heart of strain were gifts she sought till the end of her days.

Yet, gifts sought were not gifts found

in the midst of those around her. Fragile and doubtful she grew, till time slowly surround her.

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