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Sad Then Mad.

Her pure soul has been broken down 
Without desire.
The nice red shaped dress - she looked best 
For her attire.

Now she sits on a rock by the bay. 
Because her man is a playing liar. 

The open skies is busting internal red. 
She does not realize because she is, 
Sad then flaming mad.

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