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Dec 2018
Her once hazel eyes
Are now tinted with red
And her cheeks are flushed
With mother nature's own blush
Her lip trembles
As a raindrop slides down
The canvas that is her face
And although she weeps
It's more like a painting
Than a scene from a movie

Kirsten Claire
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Kirsten Claire  19/F/Utah
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