Her hair was a fountain,
So many dreams payed tribute
In the form of shiny pennies
And drowned in oblivion
Spoken to no one,
Disclosed to no one,
Rotting in the thoughts of their
Creators, they die.
But her hair,
It was the destination
Of so much inspiration
That when the
Pennies created a mountain,
The life blood of the
Glorious shifting fountain
Never ran again.
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Love, Life and Everything in Between
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