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Jan 2016
One day
it all started out differently
from the way the sun rose
to the walk to work

One day my hair was at its worst
my skin was frosty
and my nose flaky

One day I had no music
on my stroll
and no money in my wallet

One day lunch was late
my stomach was growling
my inspiration was dim
and my nails bitten

One day I walked
into my office to a meeting
the heater was broken

I started writing
my pencil broke

then there was a
"hello"
that erased
all
that
Maria Etre
Written by
Maria Etre  Beirut, Lebanon
(Beirut, Lebanon)   
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