SHE

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She came, She left
It was so quick, that I thought there was a theft.
But it was not that quick as I saw her shadow,
In the dark, preparing her blow.
Crazy and stupid, I ran after her,
to try to stop her.
Cruel was she, to do this
Separating the land with a dark pit.
Abruptly she smiled, a sincere smile
And then, she waved her good bye

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