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p a le bl u e|

i thought of her like a candle thread slowly burning,
the smell of spring through an open window,
the first fall of snow,
and
whispers    of   wind
between tree trunks

b u t

she's just a girl in a chaotic world
finding love in the crucial eyes
of strangers passing by
and
i can't do anything but stare at
her like a piece of          art

c r um b lin g

       itself to

            p i
                 e c e
                          s

|lalo|

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