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Mute
I stare at you.
A silver tear-trail
on a glossy cheek
breaks your heart.
You want to know my story....
I cannot tell you.
My age has made me mute.
I am but dust and
a face with a silver
tear-trail.
For sale.
Helen Lee
Posted over on her site Bohemian Belletrist
Listed as #23 over on Magpie Tales 70
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