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Apr 2011
I’m trapped in her virtual reality
Reciting poems of love
And dancing to strange tunes
Of swinging simple beats
Played on the ancient jukebox
While stars rain in the bleak black sky
And the tide washes in on white sandy beaches
Because there is little better to do
Than enjoy the presence of her company
Crooning like a shadow in the bonfire
Nothing can bring me back to her
Now that she’s gone
Brandon
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