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She stood by the road,
her pose defeated,
her hands folded in,
her head hung down.
She stood by the road,
where he had left her;
she stood looking down
she stood with her feet apart.
She stood by the road,
her eyes hooded
she stood, her eyes guarded.
She stood by the road,
forcing her feet to move forward
forcing her tears to stop falling
forcing herself to stop feeling.
She stood by the road,
stranded.
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PoesíaPoetry has always been hard to write. But for me, there is no such thing as difficult poetry. Because I dont write to please. I write to release. ∵♔♡
