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Sep 2015
My hands are trembling,
my mouth is dry.
My toes are numb,
my stomach is churning.
This feels like a dream.
I look at you,
a body missing its soul,
an empty shell of a human.
As the comforting cover of disbelief shatters,
cold, paralyzing waves of realization wash over me.
You’re gone.
Written by
Conor Madden  Indianapolis
(Indianapolis)   
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