I see her laugh.
How does she do it.
Am I the only one who can see,
The pain she leaves behind,
When she smiles?
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Wilted
PoetryShe couldn't see him, But she was all he could see. Raw Poetry, by: Mae Ethlyn
Him
I see her laugh.
How does she do it.
Am I the only one who can see,
The pain she leaves behind,
When she smiles?
