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Mar 2012
I can't explain to you how I feel,
When projected, how can it be real?

All the jumbled nonsense in my brain,
Completely certain I've gone insane.

Here we are, the thread is burned,
And yet, each night, I do yearn.

For all the things I long for,
It seems there should be something more.
Nothing special.
Mariah H
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