She was floating
In crimson red
Drowning
In the lies of her past
Hazy remembrance
Distant nostalgia
The faded outlines
Of buildings
In the distance
Waved at her
And voices
Laughter
And screams
She clawed at the water
Willing herself to go down
Back down
Into the blue, where she belonged
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The Girl
कविताShe was beautiful. She was happy. She was a bright prism of colors. She was a sizzling firework of surprises. She lit up everything she walked past, with her bright, dimpled smile. They thought she was perfect. Until her world came cra...
