gloom
She grew up with one front step&no sidewalks.The rain barrel melted garbage through the cracks;the burning barrels were stacked against peace talks.The linebackers bushwhacked the cornstalks&she refused to look back even when she was gone.When she was on the attack,you knew by the way she walked.That pirate smile has been gone for awhile&it will take a mountain to bring it back.
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