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Dec 2012
I feel you next to me
you are not here
Your head is placed upon my chest
my chest is empty
My hands are running through your hair
my arms hang beside me
We go back and forth; verbally dancing
An empty expression sits upon my dull face

My phone rings
**it's not you.
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