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Aug 2012
For so long my biggest fear
Was that I'd wake and you'd not be here

I valiantly fought the urge to sleep
So I wouldn't miss a single blink

I'm addicted to your perfect eyes
When withdrawal comes, it's no surprise

I long to touch you, so feel your breath
Without you, a sweet release is death

I see you smiling and hear your laugh
And hope the hallucinations last

Colors are gone, it's black and white
Time slows as day passes to night

Your image will not leave my head
And I remember every word you said

How could you leave me here to rot?
You swore you loved me. I guess not.
Lexiconical Quinn
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Lexiconical Quinn  Fort Collins
(Fort Collins)   
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