In the midst of joy and laughter
Grey smoke crawls on the wall sky
the flower bed shrunk and turned into ashes
he stands there offering his hand
"what about me?"
But it wasn't a battle of a choice
"who are you?"
And I was awake with baby's breath
enjoying the ray on my skin while drinking tea
-that one night I got scared but everything was okay the next day-
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