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In the dark room
A dry leaf
Among the pages of an encyclopaedia.

Bangs her fist
To the wooden cabinet.
The physical pain
In memories
That smother the heart
And tear the flesh.

A tear-dropp
Falls freely down her cheek
With the mascara.

He left.
And her love stays.
The fresh scars on her breast would stay.
And the dry leaf too.............would stay.

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