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Love The paid musician strums his beloved.
Dark day, sun resting.
Caught familiar images of the other life.
Unspoken sadness brings out the beauty of the child.
Waiting for the end to really end.
The floor is even in tears.
Oh!
I see him.
My passion. My entire love.
Goes near the past.
Sobs cold tears away.
Dares not to touch.
Only touches the pink.
Pink flowers with a touch of angel's breath.
At least he touched one of the favorites.
He couldn't touch me.
Greatest power is the hurt.
