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she looks at me.
the blurred girl, with bruised knees.
the way she walks is so free.
the way she speaks, echoes with a palpable weight.
and in that instant,
the moment passes on.
she blinks her eyes.
the missing girl who never lies.
in her absence, everything cries.
in her absence, the leaves fall to the ground.
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