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May 2017
Sighing at the question, "Blessing or curse?"
I laugh, blessing --
Of course.
But my heart cries.
And those tears dry.
Beauty, in a sad way.
Genuine with no sense of time.
She wonders, in the night,
Of a gentle patience
By her side.
Written by
juno  21/F/texas
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