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May 2011
As I lay hereΒ 
gasping for my last breath
my mind traces back to what brought meΒ 
down to these depths.
Entering the dim light
i remove my hat and coat
take a seat near the right
and wait with anticipation.
Something is out of place
and i cant seem to understand what
theres no sign or trace
but i feel the suspicion rise in my chest
I sit and wait
with the aroma of stale fries and coffee
and i sit, think, and realize
once you enter, it comes clearly.
You laugh and smile
but no, not at me
and i **** over
not able to breathe.
the only image i can muster
is how you turned slowly
with a flow of black locks
you gave me such a look, only
i couldnt understand.
You ran so gracefully
away from some guy
you looked as if an angelΒ 
had fallen from the sky.
Replays in my mind
like a video tape
press rewind.
As i lay here gasping for my last breath
i realize my own death.
Written by
Monica Raye
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