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On a dark night,
On a running train.
The cold breezy wind,
Ruffled her grey hair.
Eyes closed,
She looked up at Him.
Asking a question open,
Why didn't she win?
Wandering around, aimless thoughts,
All she had was dark spots.
Lips sealed, Eyes frost.
She was Oh So Lost.
On a running train.
The cold breezy wind,
Ruffled her grey hair.
Eyes closed,
She looked up at Him.
Asking a question open,
Why didn't she win?
Wandering around, aimless thoughts,
All she had was dark spots.
Lips sealed, Eyes frost.
She was Oh So Lost.
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| Lost |
P.S. Who was She? She was his soul.
P.S.2 The poetry apart, I loved this dress.
P.S.3 I know my friend would be angry with me for posting this poem. Sorry dear friend, but yes, sometimes a few solemn moments make me ask these questions.
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did she lose? or did she won by losing? still wandering..
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