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Morning light strays
Across her weary eyes;
Feelings quietly disappeared
Along with the night.

Her hand touches
Abandoned sheets
Emptiness scars her soul.

Unable to face the sun,
She lays her head upon
Satin memories as
His scent upon her pillow
Reminds her of the reason
To smile.

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