His call

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It was her again.

The hazel eyes, and that cheeky smile.

But it’s different now.

It was her again.

The soft laughter, and that warm touch.

But it’s different now.

It was her again.

The tear-painted face, and that red buttoned nose.

But again, it’s different now.

It was her again.

The broken eyes, and that bloodied bottom lip.

It’s different now.

It was her again.

The torn soul, and that silent cry.

But, this time — nothing can change anymore.

 

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