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Jul 2013
Sometimes I catch myself
sighing your name to the
nothing that surrounds me.

It lingers in the air,
as I wait for a soft response,
but all I receive is the harsh
silence and a reminder
of your absence.
Elise
Written by
Elise  NYC
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