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Dec 2012
Funny how we used to be so close
Now we rarely speak to one another.
Used to pour my insides into you
but they're currently locked away.
In a little box, surrounded by walls.
All of the bridges once paving the way
have been torched, lit ablaze.
The way I sometimes feel,
as though I had never really been there;
Only imaginary.
Shannon
Written by
Shannon  Rockport, MA
(Rockport, MA)   
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