Poem 2

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I cried all night,

My hands covered with your blood.

How did we get there?

We were dandelions

dancing together with the wind.

We fell in love,

And then we fell so deep in the ocean of hatred.

A fire started, and I inhaled the smoke.

You were the best nightmare and the worst dream.

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