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Jan 2014
When night comes,
I think of you.

Laying your head down,
for life has strained you.

A shadow mirrored next to you,
an unused pillow.

This is when I wish,
that I had enough courage.

I hope one day,
you will think of me.

Until that day comes,
i’ll be the shadow.
Becca
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