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Sep 2012
She smeared on her lipstick
And slammed the door.

There were no tears left for him.
Her eyes were dry and aching.
Waiting for the feeling to rush over her.
Trying to push them out and get this over with.
Again.
Her bright lips trembled.

She walked ahead.
Made no eye contact with anyone that passed.
It was finally over.
Veronica Emilia
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Veronica Emilia  New York
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