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She came with her salty kiss
And the mouth full of algae, Just for a while, to turn my heart green When happened to abandon Her face to the mirror The owls started to whiz, She used to have a roundly once-over And an outlandish breath Sometimes, she seemed An azure angel, which’s smile Opened the sky’s cage, But me, the draw well that Used to drown deeply her flight Once and again, She seemed to be the light, But me, the tree through it used To sloop into the ground’s heart I don’t know where she came from, However, her body remained Alive hangings for my bedroom, Through that the night never comes in, Neither the day She died but rose again White lily out of the grave, Undulating on a soothing song Sung in a language That I didn’t meet, aye I should pick and bring her at home However, I am afraid, If she will die one more time Maybe she’ll never strike roots again.
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