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Nov 2014
high hopes
ringing in
my ears

brown eyes
producing
stained tears

that burned
my scarred
cheek

cold air
piercing
against my
sock less feet

as my mind
reminisced
to the past
where all this
didn't exist

where
sunshine
and bubbles
of laughter
were there

instead of
the bitter
absence
of someone
that caused this
Written by
Katie A
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