Alia
I still think of you on rainy days
Imagining what you could have been
A twinkling faerie in the drizzling haze
Or dry and warm, staying in
You never came to be
And I have no right to mourn you
Blood-stained mass is all I see
When I stop to truly think of you
I will let you go one day
When I'm ready to be alone
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