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May 2019
Her
Apathy.
Wrangle.
Rudeness.

His words
full of insolence
dispersed
in the room.

Reverence.
Hesitation.
Tears.

Her tears
full of pain
started streaming
down her face.

Empty.
Sad.
Inadequate.

This is how
she felt
when he left.
Miss Luna
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Miss Luna  20/F/Italy
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