her mirth sounded deeply into the abyss.
she cavorted on green blades of grass, bespattered herself with beads of aqua she found in a puddle.
she pranced through a prairie.
for it was her w a g e r that it was her final night to do so.
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Ephemeral
Poetry❝she was e p h e m e r a l for she would last but one other day.❞ *** 00:00 15/9/16 ©_screamer 2017
