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She
She
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He is like the strong wind
She is a stationary dandelion
Whenever he demands
For her precious love
She pours out a part
Of her immortal soul
With a lovely smile
To fulfill his strong desires.
When her last seed goes out
He easily moves on from her
Like her presence
Never once mattered
But he overlooks the moment
When people close their eyes
To blow her elegant puffballs
To make their wishes come true.
