She is writing her soul out,
seeking what this is all about.
Every stroke of the ink helps her breathe.
Every time she dies, she finds reasons to live.
--***--
I was never a flower.
I am a grass in an open field.
--***--
I only want you in my arms
and forget the world while lying on our bed of stars.
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