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Seeing My Grandmother


Don't worry 

I cannot come 

For my next life

Would be a round trip

You see a 

Beautiful flower

Just feel the wind

Pass through your 

Long hair

As you walk down the river

Where the water is fresh 

As you felt it

As you walk there

Rocks hurting you

But you still go deeper

Icannot see your head

You are drowing

You don't know 

How to swin

I cannot help you

But i see you soon

My granduagther 

Your eyes are bluated of crying;

Each nigh you never\

Sleep deeply 

You scream 

You shiver

You cried in pain

How long wiill you be holding on? 

To something that isn't 

For you anymore

WAKE UP 

Don't let your

Nigthmare bite.

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