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Nov 2012
3
Dust specks bathing in the sunlight

Floating, no purpose

In my lungs

I sit in solitude waiting for you to reappear

But it is against my will

The silence hums a melody

That sticks to my eyes

And your thumbprints

Are infecting my skin but I can still

Wait

For you
Annie
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