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Apr 2014
Her feet tread lightly on the snow,
Leaving no imprint, no imprint.

She is frightened to look up,
No laughter, No tears.
Nothing but this masquerade.

And when the reaper gently holds her soul,
He is not weighed down by her presence.
her feet tread lightly on the snow,
Leaving no imprint,
*No imprint.
Do I have an imprint?
MalaiDaisies
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MalaiDaisies
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