She sat on the swing set all alone in the night.
Her palms cradled her tears.
She was alone in the cold, cold world with no shoulder to cry on.
She sat on the swing and swayed back and forth.
As her feet left the ground, she felt a strange emotion sweep over her.
The air blowing into her face dried her tears and left a smile painted on her face.
Her legs thrown forward and her back bent backwards.
She felt the head change that inspired her.
"The air sweeping through my hair,
Escapes me from the empty nowhere.
My smile bleeds across my face,
as my sadness is replaced."
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