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The Edge of The Meadow

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Across the meadow, 

of rainbow colored flowers,

was a girl. 

"Don't go,"

Bounced through my head. 

But I had to,

so I ran. 

Faster,

and faster. 

She started to sing. 

Her eyes played with the essesnce of me. 

When I got to her,

she turned, 

and smiled. 

As she ran,

her flowy white dress chasing her. 

Then we halted,

as the flowers stopped. 

For she twisted around,

and the flowy white was gone.

As sharp blackness came. 

She grasped my hand,

as if she was taking me to space. 

Exept,

we weren't going up.

But straight 

down. 






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