#1792

She raises her arm
for every stranger that
offers her a smile,
freely volunteering
her affection away, but
she does not care to know
if that smile carries any meaning.

Her fragmented trust is
always cracked further
by the wrong souls.
They do not care to mend
the places that shatter.

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