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May 2014
She lies there under the sun,
A slight glisten
To add to the paleness of her skin.
Right where he left her,
In the heat of a summer morning,
Her self crumbling within.
Piece by piece,
Can't even lift herself up,
To take a stride,
To forget the nightmare.
There she lies on the ground,
Where he left her,
Like*  broken china,
*Burning under the sun.
Meenu Syriac
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Meenu Syriac  India
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