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May 2016
Her voice brought back echoes
of empty rooms
and broken bones,

Of the never ending darkness
and inexplainable pain.

And yet, every night
before I closed my eyes,
I could hear her.

There she was,
and there she would stay.
Bret
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Bret  20/F
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   mickey finn, AidaDonn and complexify
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