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Mar 2019
That morning,
I met a woman.

Skin beginning to wrinkle...
Mid 30s I assume.

She walked into the ***** engineering faculty's
bathroom.

She Greeted me politely while I fixed my messy hair.
Her smile,
Fake.
Yet polite.

Her problems
Visible on her face....


I never saw her again.
Dream
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Dream  22/F/SA
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