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Dec 2020
Sometimes I roll over and see you laying next to me
And all of a sudden I know it's a dream
Or maybe a nightmare

The memory of your sleeping face is burned into my head
The only time you ever looked peaceful
And yet I never want to see it again

Like the cry of a banshee
It's a warning of what could have been
Or almost was
Philomena
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Philomena  24/F
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