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rocked rock
strolling along the seashore
chain around her demons
would she ever get through this season?
"stop this madness," she implored

as she pondered how cruel life can be,
she stared at the rock lying near the sea
sorrounded by the object she truly adore
a glimpse of hope peeked on her door

with its incomparable texture, refined structure
nineteenth-centuries capitalists were severely allured
technological advancements may not be feasible,
learning about earth materials would be implausible

smiling so tenderly,
several thoughts rummaged her brain, unknowingly
one could assume that she had totally lost it
but juan cannot exist without the object she's with
© abinomoto