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There once was a queen
Who was very mean
Amara was her name
Tricks were her game
Her tricks were sly
And she could fly
She was above the rest
For no one good best her
My mindset is a thunderstorm. In the darkness I am lost and blinded by a storm cloud. There is, however, some hope for this natural disaster.
Rich caramel leaves
Once green and full of life
Lie anxiously, waiting
For pressure to end their strife
Controlled by wind
Frail and frightened
As the days grow shorter
