Lix. memories

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her rosy lips quivered in cold,
as her freckled cheeks
covered in tears,
her hazel orbs
were dull and old,
while her petite figure
shivered in fear.

memories of him haunted
her every night,
and her heart has got no light.
even so she ached to
see his sight, yet,
her own arms embraced
herself tight.

                               ─stay strong.

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