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The Solo Picture

“The solo picture that carried the broken smile.” After story to the holding of my storm; Deep melted were my last left frozen part. The anguish which were at verge to flow down; to cover up , I was just ready for a water splash. Captured so well; as my fist held the pink tub tight , To the uplifted snowy white cheeks had carried; the shiny drizzle of my teary eyes. How long ago was it , At the age of five?; that something broke me down and yet the picture carried MY Smile.

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