The door stands open,
Peering out, picture in hand, shaking.
Memories flow as freely as the tears,
Each glance a painful blow,
Asking why, she still cries.
The door stands open,
Peering out, picture in hand, shaking.
Memories flow as freely as the tears,
Each glance a painful blow,
Asking why, she still cries.
What a thoughtprovoking write, very deep
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Wow. Beautiful and so relatable.
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Thank you!
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