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Sep 2013
I saw you in my dreams,
you make it hard for me to breathe in my sleep.
Your words so cold,
where is your soul,
you're not a ghost,
you're not alone.
Stop wandering about,
roaming endlessly throughout my tired mind,
there's no room for you,
you aren't empty,
you'll never be just a memory.
Elise
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Elise  NYC
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