she was fat and
(ugly) , thrived on
veggies, curly hair,
brown skin, had humps
at her back like a
camel, never like
bohemian rhapsody
until she died, alone
in her bed, away from
her mom, also sick in the
other room, beside their
old house a
santol tree, with falling
leaves, sounding an autumn,
upon a humid air, she liked
guitar, and a man, who never
came to his life, she
cried hearing
' i killed a man', which she
never really did,
until she died.
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