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Oct 2013
She lays on the dirt with her
Eyes closed,
She listens carefully for the footsteps
Of her lover, the anticipation
Rises,
Within her, her breathing
Becomes quicker,
She lifts herself up abruptly and realizes
She is all alone
In the forest
No small animals or small creatures are around
She was left with  a sense of
Nostalgia
for memories she has never had
And she no longer waited and she no longer
Played with the soil because it reminded
Her
Of the time that has passed
little flower
Written by
little flower  United States
(United States)   
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