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Apr 2016
At night I see you in my dreams sometimes,
Alive again like when I last saw you,
Your body wrapped in celestial rhymes,
More ethereal than when I knew

You. Despite the beauty you betray,
You're just not real to me anymore,
Like a memory you're slipping away,
I can't see your face anymore. I pour

My heart out on a page trying to scrape
Away the quiet emptiness, the lonely
Despairing tears disfiguring the shape
Of what my eyes can see, but it only

gets worse. At this point I'll have to make do,
I'm still drowning in the memory of you.
Rochelle Roberts
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Rochelle Roberts  London
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