vast reverie

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she likes to think
she is rain
a drizzle
and not a hurricane

she admires
a daisy
which she prefers
because of its simplicity

had been fascinated
with lights in the city
how stars still shone
ever so brightly

truth is

most her clothes
are stained with coffee
falling into space
and multitudes of insanity

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