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Apr 2016
Do I feel anything?

I feel you slipping away.
I feel the hole you left.
But do I actually care?
It feels like a dream.

Only tomorrow will show what is real.

I pray to the moons and the stars that you will become a fleeting memory.

I pray you slip out of my life unnoticed;
Just like you let me fall out of yours.
Elise Brown
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Elise Brown  New Orleans
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