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Feb 2015
Cold mornings, warm coffee
The aroma comforts me
Pushing the freezing moment
of having to recall you.

You used to sit with me.
You would look into my eyes,
flash a beautiful smile
and I always wonder
what you see

But one day,
you stopped being you.
Fictional. Vignette
Gabryela Speaks
Written by
Gabryela Speaks  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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