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Apr 2014
The ******* the subway
dropped the handkerchief
that was sitting on her lap.
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I picked it up
only to find out it has
splattered inks of black.
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She came to me,
mascara streaked down
from her sun-kissed face.
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Her pretty brown eyes
were like sunset and I swear,
I couldn't look away.

β€”*indialev
India
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