February 6, 2012
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She was wearing a grey,
drab and ragged dress.
She walked with a depressed step.
Infecting all she met.
She had clouded emerald eyes
and black hair, tinted blue.
She looks at us all and sighed,
then passed us by.
She wants happiness
but it’s just out of reach.
She made me sad.

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