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May 2019
coming down
   crumbling
     a strange thing
         so small
             so quiet


I called for him
lost night
I wished for him
  black night

feel a little empty
is anyone real
I wake up when I'm dreaming
I sleep when I wake up

lost in reality
lost in time

so quiet
  so small
     a strange thing
          crumbling
               coming down

I didn't see
I didn't feel
I didn't hear
I didn't touch
I know he was there
eileen
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eileen
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