Content of: She
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01/08/18 at 11:10PM
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Poetry
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She
stands alone
with hands all clenched,
into fists.
Nails dug into flesh,
as tears course down her cheeks
and thinks of him,
now gone,
away from her,
forever.
She
stands alone
with hands all clenched,
into fists.
Nails dug into flesh,
as tears course down her cheeks
and thinks of him,
now gone,
away from her,
forever.