She
laid upon an empty couch
As
spacious stars slowly slithered starving scenery
Reflecting
rigorous recollections of rapidly raining tears
And
She slowly makes sounds of stammering dreams
Dismayed
disillusions of damp and daring doubts
Clouds
cold and clutter convey common counts of cries
This
thoughtful thinker thundered a theory of tower storms
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