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Oct 2011
You held my shoulders
and took my palms,
and told me -
"Listen."

But I couldn't, because you
misplaced my
dearest friends,
and I was lost.

And my vision began to
vibrate, and the wall began to
blur, and your voice was
distant, when I fell.

And I guess, my head
hit the floor just right.
Because your eyes became wide,
and you reached for the phone.

When you started to dial,
I grabbed your wrist
and said
"No."

Our hearts were beating loudly,
thundering through the wall.
I told you -
"Listen."
Written by
Greta Greta Gretex
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