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Sep 2013
In the dark evening
she was sitting in the front porch
with her legs crossed.

No one was there but a cup of tea that always been there for her
the tears rolled down her pale cheeks.

Just like the petals, snowflakes, and eyelids.
they will eventually fall.
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sweetear
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