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No Happiness Here Either

No Happiness Here Either She loves me, she love me not, knots As he picked the petals of her heart Why the cold chill your heart sought Your petals cold, damming my start A river of tears cries from the sky Mine, forever a rainbow lost a pot of gold You, a commodity richer to my eye Than blossoms of bosoms a smile behold On your surface I lie in your meadow Wandering sweet dreams held in lost escrow connie pachecho 8/5/17

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