《locutions [poetry]》c y c l e

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the day passed,

the sun set,

her eyes drooped,

as she lay in bed,

she tried to pick up a pen and write,

but something was blocking her mind, she could hear the crashing vase and the slamming of the doors.

it happened once again,

it happens everytime,

she sighed.

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