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Sep 2017
Tears roll down the edge of her cheeks
Pushed to the brink
"It was me"
That she thinks

So she sits and stirs
About the he's and the hers
In a fast paced world
Where close your eyes
And it's over

A disappointment at best
Would they still miss you
The answer is yes

A gentle caress
In time she'll express
For now just be patient
Collaborated thoughts
Written by
Luna
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