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THE SICK NIGHT
She was emotionally sick,
For she longs for her heart,
Never will sun kick,
until her heart hit,
with a box of smile,
for her to walk on cloud
Since her heart left here,
her mind longs after there,
Now in the dark she grope,
Striving hard to cope
Turn up, the cherished soul,
With your torch to light the hole,
And your gun to shoot the gloom,
Thence, her smile shall hold in loom,
With a flower to grace her room
© Enyis Shakes
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