take me.

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and she cries sparkling drops
of contradictions
and delusions
creating a pool to drown in.
Take me where
the goodbyes are unsaid
and where
the bad choices
are thought through.
Take me where
the flowers grow through winter
and the fairy tales come true.
take me.

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