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Dec 2016
The wind blows lightly,
Brushing against her face.
Letting her hair run rampaged.  
It was raining,
No one on the streets.
Waiting for her bus.
With tears in her eyes.
The rain masking them.
So much on her mind
and no longer willing to tell.

She was living out her
Daily routine.
Xenna
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Xenna
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