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Untitled (Free verse) by Popcicle
she blows a kiss near to him,
he is her dream and raw ache,
the cold knife felt beneath her skin.
he lies of cool rain and sunny days,
that will never come.
how could she think this place
of sad monsters, and frantic winds
was a sweet beautiful rose?
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