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Unknown Tears…

Her hair smelled of waiting.
Her eyes – a shore that has not seen a shore.
Her lips – a frozen prayer – seeking a hug lost in time with wind…

She walks like a living memory.
With steps that make no noise in the heart – as if afraid to awaken the wounds – that her mother left unnamed…

And when she laughs – she does not laugh with herself – but with the tears that did not dare to fall.
Because she was the girl – not painted with colors, but with

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