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Nov 2017
Sadness is dandelion yellow.
It sounds like the gentle tap of rain on the roof of a used car,
It tastes like a lukewarm coffee, with not enough sugar.
It smells like a three star motel room on a Wednesday afternoon.
Sadness feels like the streams of sunlight leaving your face, as the sun vanishes into the night sky.
Hannah Zedaker
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