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Apr 2014
Her eyes were puffy.

Her nose was red.

Her face was blotchy.

Her lips were dry,
Because all the moisture was stolen from them,
And given to her eyes.

However her eyes rejected the moisture.
They sent it rolling down her cheeks.
But her cheeks couldn't hold on.
So the moisture fell to the ground.
Written by
Awish
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