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I dream of those huge mansions Empty from inside I dream of those small rooms Filled with chatter and life

I remember those days When you were a cloud And just look at you now A moon so bright Hiding behind my sight

Everything happens for a reason What we see isn't always right Was this true? Or just meant to be a might?

I remember my hot tears Freezing now and then I remember my dying shouts Breaking now and when

I remember your smiling face Now marred with discontent I remember your bloodied wrist And the red essence(a hewed tenant )

I see you smiling with them I wish to join But reminded of old days I turn away in fright....

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