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Apr 2020
Her sunken eyes stare down the storm
This is her chance and she’s ready
Wind squeals; black clouds swarm
as she closes her eyes and holds her arms steady.

Her smile is soft as her small fingertips kiss each droplet.
“Goodbye...goodbye...goodbye.”
ashley lingy
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ashley lingy  32/F/The Island of Misfit Toys
(32/F/The Island of Misfit Toys)   
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   Fawn and Perry
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