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Dead Dream Of Hers
Inside of her a dead seeds held
Inside of her a dream was bloomed
Without a dropp of rain without the sun of growth, she stood and broke her every root, as it ripped away my heart was torn as the rain started to fall it burn my soul.
I hold the rain inside
Pull out the face that brings the best
Her anger, her torn heart does not hide from those whom love. Her roots stay hidden in side of her, Hoping that someday they might just grow.
poem
by
Kimberly Picazo
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