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ears on her hair, smile in her eyes, where the wind could whip them dry.</p><p id="ff43">The heart shriveled up, the tears left no stain when they evaporated, the smile was scratched under the gritty eyelids.</p><p id="3fd5">Once upon a time, she loved easily. But after the winds, she loved herself…</p><p id="2d9e">© <a href="http://www.sanarose.com">Sana Rose</a> 2020</p><p id="e40f">Also by <a href="http://www.sanarose.com"><b>Sana Rose</b></a><b>:</b></p><div id="1f3f" class="link-bloc
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Once upon a time, she used to wear her heart on her sleeve, tears on her hair, smile in her eyes, where the wind could whip them dry.
The heart shriveled up, the tears left no stain when they evaporated, the smile was scratched under the gritty eyelids.
Once upon a time, she loved easily. But after the winds, she loved herself…
© Sana Rose 2020
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