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Apr 2015
I wonder
what it is like to think
to focus,
to be free of distraction.
My thoughts are constantly,
by your voice,
your touch,
and my memories
of a life that once was
and a dream of what could have been.
Often, my mind wants to lock the door
so you can no longer walk in,
but the hallucinations are too addicting.
Elisa Holly
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Elisa Holly  DALLAS
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