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Aug 2018
As I stand here alone
I hear the sound of leaves crunching under shoes
I turn to see who it is
Hoping it's you
But nothing is there
      The wind starts to blow
All the leaves start to dance
It's so beautiful
It's free
It's amazing
Then I feel a hand clasp mine
I see it's you
We stand there, together
Watching the leaves dance
Then when they stop
You're gone
You were never there
Just a ghost of something I once had
Written by
Eleanor  24/F
(24/F)   
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