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Sep 2016
She was dressed in mustard,
on a tall golden chair
She sat before clean,
crisp and clear silverware
around her, nothing mattered
not even the polluted air
she left, nobody noticed
they ask "was she even there"

-Kaya
Kaya
Written by
Kaya  Dubai, UAE
(Dubai, UAE)   
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