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Nov 2012
There once was a girl named Alice,
Who looked a lot like me.
There was one big difference though.
She had ceased to be.

We grew up together.
Even calling each other friend.
But as we got older,
We could no longer pretend.

That was when I realised,
We were falling apart.
Time came to a halt,
Just like her beating heart.

Was her existence real?
I don't even know what she looks like.
Was she from imagination?
A mere mirage in a dusty desert.
A reflection looking back.
A picture buried amongst pictures,
A body amongst bodies,
Bones buried in the ground.
Alice Penny
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Alice Penny
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