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FRUSTRATION
The poodle looks down at me
I don't want you to be a poodle --
Nothing to write about poodles.
I wish him away.
A Christmas tree in the sky.
Why?
No good --
Please fly
Away.
A mountain.
Three peaks;
Two women,
A man.
Too late.
Look!
My far away prince,
Watching over me
From within a new cloud.
Oops, he disappears
Behind a cotton mountain.
He's back --
Larger now,
But fast asleep,
Unaware of me.
In the east,
An embryo, floating alone.
Go away!
Disintegration.
Mountains, rivers, valleys,
Tinged with rainbow hues.
The sun's rays radiate.
In a booming voice, my prince speaks:
"Nothing clear in the clouds today.
Stop dreaming!"
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FRUSTRATION
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