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The whole drive I could not stop the stream, Hot and urgent they let themselves go, Gleaming like shiny babies in the artificial white lights. The bald heads vacantly size me up as I arrive; These ghosts have seen their share of streams Till they have none left to reminisce. They nod knowingly. I hurry to the mirror to destroy any evidence and......I smile. These tears have created the perfect smokey eyes. 17.4.15 (C) 2015 Shalini Nayar
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 3:10 AM UTC
Just another Friday morning
The whole drive I could not stop the stream, Hot and urgent they let themselves go, Gleaming like shiny babies in the artificial white lights. The bald heads vacantly size me up as I arrive; These ghosts have seen their share of streams Till they have none left to reminisce. They nod knowingly. I hurry to the mirror to destroy any evidence and......I smile. These tears have created the perfect smokey eyes. 17.4.15 (C) 2015 Shalini Nayar
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 3:10 AM UTC
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