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May 2015
Sometimes I get pieces of him
Like he’s still here with me
In the car where he left his baseball cap
In the smell that lingers on my sheets
And in the dreams of him that wake me up breathless
Convincing me that it was not a dream at all
But a nightmare.
Emma Marke
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