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Dec 2013
A woman with reddened hair,
Eyes the color of a storm,
Smiles as transparent as the air.

A tiny little girl, big ***** soon,
Watches forlornly,
From another room.

A little baby boy, clad in red,
Unsupervised,
Hits his head.

Why?
I found 5 poems I'd forgotten I'd written in my phone. This is the first.
Miranda Renea
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Miranda Renea  25/F
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