She is the rejected stone that not even moss felt her long presence under, nor earthworm. Neither is there a root of any grass that leaks her buttock, not also ants Whilst rain fall, fall and fall not t’watch away the hatred of her cursed hatred, the cloud remain tall. The moon comes and fade …
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