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May 2015
I wish for your fingertips grazing my flesh.
In that flash eye contact,
Long enough to reveal the truth,
I saw a possibility;
One lifetime of many,
In mere seconds.
What if I had stopped?
What if you had not let me leave?
Questions left unanswered,
Unfulfilled opportunities,
A dream of what could have been,
Merely a dream.
Written by
Alexandria
863
   Camron Elliott
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