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Someone saw her by the stream,

Kneeling and weeping over her dreams

No one knew she would fall down,

Crawling and searching for that wicked crown

All she could do was knock her desires,

But she arose to set it all up to fire

Her gaze was full of rage,

Glaring at the burning space

She broke that filthy cage,

And fled away with no trace

She carried herself and carried away,

Uncaged from the label of being a prey

Motionless for a moment to feel the bliss,

Ecstasy of the path that painted blue and grey

She arrived at a place, ideally abandoned

And found herself in a warm and homely abyss.

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Published in issue 5


Published in issue 5


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