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Oct 2011
The music begins to play,
it takes me back to that summer night.
I close my eyes,
the humidity surrounds me,
the crickets chirp.
I take two steps forward,
and Im thrown back four.
I hear you near me,
I can hear you breathe.
The music starts to slow,
as the street lights flicker
I feel you disappear.
Tya Crosse
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