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Dec 2013
He enters my presence,
Pure joy
We chat,
Effortlessly
We laugh,
Together
We relate,
To each other
I envision this forever
and smile
Just me and you,
Being.
We have enveloped ourselves,
in a made up world just for us
Our Shangri La,
Our own euphoria.
I can conceive it now
Beautiful,
Striving
Striking.
Then he stands up
and leaves
And that is it.
I become empty,
Alone,
Distraught.
This is how he leaves me.
Cold.
Fiona Mae
Written by
Fiona Mae
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   --- and Iley O'Glesby
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