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May 2013
There you were,
Real as the day you sobbed on my shoulder,
And my heart,
The fool,
Had thought your gravity gone, or weakened,
By her dreadful tug.
But not so!
It was stronger than ever,
And I broke,
The sound
Like the heavy clink
Of a dropped clay ***
Echoing through me
At the soft brush of your fingers along my cheek.
Mikaila
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