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She

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She’s alone in a crowd
She seems like a lost and found
Some one fails to keep up with her
Happiness fallows making blisters
In stripes she stands still against a wall trying not to blink
She walks her identity
Though she walks away from so many great things
She’s run right back to the one place that’s empty
His arms





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