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May 2013
It's cold and
Your shirt is still
On me.
Everyone is screaming and
Jumping and I'm
Still stuck in the moment.
The music is blaring and
I'm still watching you.

But I'm laying in a
Hotel room,
Alone,
And trying not to scream.
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