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Apr 2012
One day,
As I was walking alone,
A man said hello.
He said,
"Won't you take this piece of me?
I've been meaning to let it go, and
It really serves no purpose, you know"
And handed me his smiles,
In tiny little piles.
I asked him to stay,
But he simply walked away.
Miranda Renea
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Miranda Renea  25/F
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