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Apr 2013
thoughts are racing through my mind
thoughts about him and us
thoughts of the weather
how you loved the smell of rain.
i sit in the storm and wonder,
what happens?
to the thoughts never to become an idea
to the ideas never to become a dream.
do they pass on like a cloud
moving drearily across the blue sky?
no.
they wait in a hollow
just waiting to be thought of again
and patiently, they will wait.
but you, you have inadvertently left them
forgotten, forsaken.
though, it is not your fault.
dereliction is all you've ever known.
Written by
Avery Nicolosi
507
   Emily Tyler
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