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May 2013
I went there everyday after you left
Hoping you'd be there

You never were

I ran my hands down the pipe
Every time it rained

It never did rain the same

I tried to sit the same way
That we did that day

It just never felt right

I tried to imagine you
Sitting there

But it's not the same talking to the air.
Victoria Jennings
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Victoria Jennings  26/F/Rhode Island
(26/F/Rhode Island)   
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