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Apr 2013
A ghost of memories
And shadows of used-to-bes
Dance around
without making a sound.
A nightmare echoes
No one hears, no one knows.
The pain resonates
from morning until late
The door stays shut
Trying to stop us, but
I check out of fear.
Yep, you're still not here.
Nicholle Justine
Written by
Nicholle Justine  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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   Roni Shelley
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