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Left. MAG

By Anonymous

    head bowed.

she sways slowly to

a wishful song, arms

reach for one not there.

blinking, her eyes are

clouded with a

storm of tears.



slight limbs embrace

their own body as

she decides

to be strong.

and with his memory

the separated become

one

in her lonesome

raindance.





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