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Jan 2015
they watch every day that she's smiling less
they witness once a week that she's leaving first,
they wonder if she's ok or so
but no one has the nerve
to slow down the step
and ask
*are you okay?
Cristina
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Cristina  32/F/where I belong
(32/F/where I belong)   
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