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Jul 8
every day she comes
sits down at the corner table
sips her coffee
and looks forlorn

I want to sit down
next to her
and to smile at her
to change her expression

but every time I try
I hit the invisible wall
she has erected around herself
so as not to be disturbed
Written by
Silva Mee  F
(F)   
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