"He's a flowing fire,
Soaked with flame,
Falling to the sky,
With blissful shame, "
as she wrote this, she realized how complicated love is.
C. t. Alice Flynn
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Her right hand weeps silently She wanders lonely as a cloud. Sometimes she's incoherent For her thoughts aren't that loud. •16 years old°
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