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Dec 2013
She looked up at me
Through wet lashes
Beauty was all I could see
I wished I could stop her tears

"A pretty face like yours
shouldn't be tear stained"

Is she just a pretty face?
Is all this time just going to waste?
I can't even finish this.  The moon looked sad and reflected myself. :/
Christina
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Christina  Los Angeles CA
(Los Angeles CA)   
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