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The trails on her face As if permanently etched Falling from the ever-changing Lights if her eyes From bright to dim To almost gone Falling to the point of her chin Sloping to a halt The trails dewey in nature As if permanently etched to her.

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Dec 19, 2018

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Tags: #crying #tears

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