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Mar 2019
She
I looked at her closely,
Her eyes had met with some sleepless nights,
Her face looked pretty much the same as before,
And yet, something was missing.

As I waved at her, she stretched a smile with her fingers
What could she possibly be holding back?

Tell me.
Mirror mirror on the wall.
Written by
Albatross
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