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Free to chase dreams.

Bloom her ghost, her past is dead.
Hallow evening, she went to bed.
Vampire soul, looks like a fairy.
Outcast and fallen, yet she was merry.
At the kiss of dawn, no-one found her.
The voice of death left her in a blur.
Yet the mourning dove rose at dawn.
Insomniac, bitter ended shaky fawn.
She took her first steps away from her past.
With nothing left but her pride, free at last.


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