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Jan 2013
I dreamed a dream
Just a silly little thing

I was there,
sitting cold
In front of the mirror
Donned in white and lace

Champagne was poured
And I sipped it slow
As my hands shook the glass

Friends rushing and running
Falling and laughing
All around me
Adoring me
But they couldn’t see,
my fear

I opened my mouth
But my chilling cries fell flat
So I stood up and ran

And my dress went from white
to black.
Liz Devine
Written by
Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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