The breeze rushed through her hair
As she thought of ice-cream
Kris liked ice-cream
But he did not take much care
Swirling and twirling
Her mind danced like the autumn leaves
Dancing their merry dance amongst trees
Her hair started curling
Never before had this sensation come across
Her sense of sensibility flew
It went straight out the window it's true
It was to come become yet another inevitable loss
So she let herself fly
But when she reached her concrete bed
Blood was pouring from her head
And she realised she never said goodbye
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