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Aug 2015
I dreamt of you last night.
Did you wake thinking of me?
My shoulders and back
feel cold now;
it's where your body
should be.

I dreamt of your hand in mine;
fingers laced, you holding me.
And then, it seems,
I awoke
to this cruel reality.
Amanda
Written by
Amanda  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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