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NightFall
She couldn't sleep
Because her thoughts were racing.
Tossing and turning didn't help
She looked at the ceiling and started spacing.
She hated the gloomy room
It reminds her of her nefarious side.
She occupies that voidness
By playing a piece of music with a pride.
It didn't seem to help that much
She was still feeling solitary.
She felt sick that night
Wished nothing but to feel salutary.
She loved staying under the moonlight
And the fragrance of the crimson rose.
She found her solace there,
And loved watching the star as it glows.
N.H
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Beyond The Thoughts
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