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Jul 2019
I dreamed we were
running through puddles
and laughing.
When I opened my eyes,
I reached out for you in the dark.
My hand hit the back of the couch
and, for a minute,
I forgot where I was.
I forgot that you’re gone.
Copyright Β© 2019 Mariah Simpson All Rights Reserved
Written by
Mariah  30/F/CA USA
(30/F/CA USA)   
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