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Dec 2015
Stealing a whisper from
my lips as the voices echo
from afar

My reflection pouring
from the hourglass
while speaking
of  loneliness with her
saddened glare

She doesn't recognize
me as I am well aware

Her beauty now gone
only her eyes and their
saddened glare remain.
Michelle Morine
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Michelle Morine  43/F/Nevada
(43/F/Nevada)   
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