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The trails on her face As if permanently etched Falling from the ever-changing Lights if her eyes From bright to dim To almost gone Falling to the point of her chin Sloping to a halt The trails dewey in nature As if permanently etched to her.
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 1:24 AM UTC
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The trails on her face As if permanently etched Falling from the ever-changing Lights if her eyes From bright to dim To almost gone Falling to the point of her chin Sloping to a halt The trails dewey in nature As if permanently etched to her.
#crying#tears
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Antarecliff
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 1:24 AM UTC
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