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Mar 2012
A shadow comes into view
Yet its not mine
It follows me where every I go
Yet its not mine
I look to check who stands behind
But no ones there

A feeling comes to mind
Yet the touch is not there
The feeling is warm
Yet the touch is not there
I look to see who stands so close
But no ones there

A smell comes through the air
Yet the scent is familiar
The smell makes me smile
Yet the scent is familiar
I look to see whos coming
But no ones there

A picture comes to mind
I see your face
I feel your touch
I smell your smell
Your here with me
Yet no ones there
Mary Stanworth
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Mary Stanworth
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