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Dec 2012
She was there, I was not.
The one that cared in that empty lot.
Standing against the bricks, uncertain of what's next.
Reading her face like a black bold text.
She had chosen the other side, away from me.
I had to let her go, but I hated to see her leave.
She walked away and my heart broke.
Tossing, turning, then I awoke.
sierra
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