It was in the forgotten poetry,
the mumbled words,
the pain that made her hide her drying tears,
and the way that her eyes flashed angry,
even when they weren't used to showing that much emotion.
It was in the way that she'd fallen in love with him

It was in the forgotten poetry,
the mumbled words,
the pain that made her hide her drying tears,
and the way that her eyes flashed angry,
even when they weren't used to showing that much emotion.
It was in the way that she'd fallen in love with him
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