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Only I stand,
in the embrace,
there is no other.
Alone!
Nothing comforts.
I closed my eyes
to find peace.
Every memories hold
the nameplate.
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You and me nothing but pronoun.
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Holding Hope
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Happy Sappy :P
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Drip drop sweat after school,the little girl takes ice water,pours into her fish pot.
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Every word she says
falls on deaf ears.
Her tombstone craved,
“Died as an author.”
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I fall down,
tear off from my mother,
jumping hard,
to reach her again,
but it’s all vain.
The waiting wind,
drifts me to the riv..
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In the voice of nightingale. :P
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Just for fun. :P
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Prose thoughts!
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